Its lonely af and painful in the beginning as you truly see how all those people in your phone now that were once in your life really are when they either ghost you, communicate only to try and get you to use again, or the worse… when you find out about the ones who been laughing at your stupid a** this whole time behind your back even as they kept you around to use you up when they did bother answering… its unreal to me how many of the third type there are… how traumatizing that is to me. The childhood abuse that i went through and being laughed at then for sht I couldn’t control and just being tolerated if inwas doing something useful… its like im reliving that sht all over. They all just laughing at me like the joke i am because i cant do anything useful for them anymore for them to bother to keep it quiet from me anymore… like… w t f is this cruel sht now? Im an adult now and useful… finding out they laughing at me intoxicated or not really got me fcked up…
Im struggling here at 32 days sober. Trying to get out of my head and away from all the sht in my phone that made stuff come to light… the anxious urges im feeling to do something to escape this jacked up overwhelming feeling for just a littlewhile so i can regain some of my self esteem and let it make me care less even knowing its true… on the pipe if he more likely to say fck it’ and then go occupy myself with hyper focus for the next two days to the point where i aint have it to think about and that sounds wonderful right now and so tempting… but im being real with myself by forcing myself to remember it all would just be right there waiting for me when i cane down from my escapism… only id be more in debt and it will have made my emotions and ability to cope even worse because the sht i used to use messes with my psych meds on top of affecting my head itself… like i know this… nothing i do right now will make anything better… so why tf do i still want to give in to it anr those two days itll give me regardless of the fallout afterwards?
But im not doing that sh*t regardless and am instead typing all this out that no one will read so i can try to feel a little less of a joke. More like someone who matters… but ayyy, 32 days! That matters… right?