So,
One of my greatest fears, when I face up to the fact that I absolutely have to get sober and sooner rather than later. Is the fact that I will almost certainly face a year or more of feeling zero joy from anything.
I'm 35, I have zero reservations about the fact that I am an addict. I have zero reservations about the fact that I am rapidly experiencing a decline in both cognitive function and physical health. I have been using since I was 15. I spent the majority of my 20s homeless and strung out on opiates and alcohol. I used to experience seizures and hallucinations from the withdrawals. I had pancreatitus at least four times. I managed to get sober and off of the streets at 28 and I spent the next two years in abject misery. Getting zero joy and zero fulfillment from anything. I relapsed on meth and I was still taking suboxone. Then later, I started taking phenibut to manage the severe anxiety and Paranoia. Now I am intravenously using the meth and still taking 16mgs of suboxone and 2 grams of phenibut daily. Incredibly, I have managed to keep my job, my gf, and my place. But I am under no illusions that I could lose everything and soon. My gf already suspects and my job might as well. I desperately need to quit. I know I am in for the withdrawal of my life. I know that my gf will inevitably find out but I have a better chance of keeping her if I go into telling her with a plan. Terrified? Completely. Dreading a life free of basically the only things that made life worth living? Big check. My question is, does it ever get better? With the insane amount of damage I have done to my brain, will I ever be able to experience joy? Should I just keep using until the bitter end? As someone who has felt protracted withdrawals, I know its quite possible that I will feel some form of withdrawals for the rest of my life.