I had about 100 days then I relapsed and was out for almost 2 months. My using took me from shiny sober and glamorous to crippled dirty and hopeless. I have an amazing job, people who care about me, a dog who loves me unconditionally. You think I would love to be me. But I don’t. The way I use, it’s clear I hate myself and who I am. I might get a nice job, some extra money to buy nice things. But deep down I am so disgusted with who I am as a person, physically, mentally and emotionally that it drives me right back to using. Just another cycle, another reason that makes me hate myself even more. I didn’t realize that this was even a trigger for myself until it actually happened. The insecurities that are cut so deep I had no idea they were there. That is what caused me to lose my hundred and something days. Clearly I “believe” there is something wrong with me to the point that I don’t even think I’m capable of being able to save myself.
Anyway, I have 2 days today. I’m just kinda existing in this world right now. Not really living in it.