An abusive relationship led to a six year coke ha it to survive the mental abuse which was horrific. Then a year trying to get out of it. Then losing job, being so ill mentally I used drugs to try to know where to find myself as I’d lost the ability to even watch tv, brush my hair or live. I moved my life 100 miles away leaving all I ever worked for my whole life. Now here we are four months later where I am she become an addict. It’s got out of control past ten days my dog died. But like before I know if I do it again the suicidal way it makes me feel will end up in me dying. I don’t want to live like this I came here to change. My mental health recovery was a miracle. I’m able to work. But coke makes me feel after a few hours ashamed, gutted, and I won’t live another month the same as before. I told my sister yet a day later it happened agajn. I can’t move agajn now. I have bpd and I know that’s why causes the addiction as it makes me feel I need saving. I don’t. So I will write here everyday to not go into deny the next day.
This is my diary to my recovery. I will write when I fail and when I succeed. I haven’t gone two weeks off it in three years. Past ten days it’s every other day. Even didn’t do that before. I told my sister I’d rather leave and be homeless. But I’d course the next day your normal you don’t feel like that.
I’m not an idiot and I know that I have to do this. Albeit there’s is a part of me that knows dying would be easier than living. 55 lost my home, room in someone’s house, no dog, kids that could have saved my home but didn’t even ask about my health or see me move or help pack.
I’m happy off it on it it makes me look at my life and the future and think what’s the point.
I have two kids yet I will never have grandkids doe xmas or visits. I know that I could achieve stuff and be happy here but the coke makes me a victim. If I don’t stop I will die and I’m not sure I want to.
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