I’m having a shit day of a shit week of a shit month. I have so many incredible resources at my disposal; I have a therapist I see weekly who has known me for 2.5 years through my using and recovery, I live at a sober living surrounded by helpful people, I have a family therapist who works with my wife and I, I have my parents who have been so supportive through the entire thing, and I have everyone from my treatment center none of which I stay in touch with, and I have my weekly and daily AA and N.A. meetings.
Everyone wants to help me. But I’m sick of asking for help. I’m sick of seeing my therapist every week and talking about the same stuff. I’m sick of talking to my wife about my anxiety. I’m sick of sitting around and talking about the same stuff every day, feelings and obstacles and fears and all of it.
I’m pretty sick of going to meetings and just listening to people that seem to “get it” and say all the right things. And I’m sick of listening to the new people come in and just dump all their baggage on me and everyone else.
I don’t feel strong enough to do this. I feel overwhelmed by panic attacks and daily obstacles. I’m so tired, tired of fighting and tired of just living the daily life shit. Every day is just a struggle to meet my responsibilities and I often just want to run away. A big part of why I used was to not have to face the every day responsibilities of life, and for a while I was able to stay two steps ahead of any consequences or repercussions. Now that I’m sober, I am having to deal with ALL OF IT head fucking on.
My peers and people here in my community see me doing the right things every day, and people look up to me and respect me and what I share about. But I more and more feel like I’m lying to everyone including myself. I don’t know who I am or what I’m doing or why anymore. I’ve been fighting for so long and everyone in my life is tired of giving me a helping hand.
I want so much to be reliable, trustworthy, stable, and respected in my community. But I’ve done so much damage to all of that that to overcome it feels insurmountable. Those closest to me within the program tell me I’m doing the right things and to just keep doing them, that there will be bad days. And I can’t expect to just feel great all the time. I mean no one can expect to feel great all the time, the human experience is for the most part suffering and just trying to survive. But I feel like I can’t do it, it’s so much. And then I feel shame for living in so much self pity, but every day things like taking care of my room or my health or keeping the house clean is just becoming more and more impossible and the more I put it off the worse it gets.
I mean I have a great life. I have incredible things. I live in an incredible part of the world. I have really incredible hobbies that most people would dream of. I live a life that most people probably would kill for. And I am absolutely sick of it. All the money I’ve made in life has brought me nothing but problems and with that a realization that what I’ve been chasing my whole life is completely meaningless to me. All of the incredible places I’ve gotten to visit I’ve broken down at and cried. Cried because how could someone so blessed and so lucky feel so sad at some of the most beautiful places in the world. How could someone who has everything feel empty inside.
I feel broken, ashamed that I’m not happier, and like I’m wasting the best years of my life sitting in self pity. People around me constantly tell me how lucky I am and how I have so much going for me and the words just seem to make me feel worse inside. I try to put a smile on but it feels fake.
I think about using a lot. I think about going back out a lot. I know there’s nothing down that road for me, but I don’t really know how to navigate the other forks in the road. I don’t know how to do this thing and I’m so tired of people saying “well maybe when you feel like this, go to a meeting”.
I got 90 days sober and clean this last week. And I feel worse than I’ve felt since the first 4 weeks. I don’t think I’m suicidal, but I wouldn’t mind if something happened in an accident. I wouldn’t mind having my life become worse through a serious accident or something really bad happening, because then maybe people would feel badly for me instead of always telling me how lucky I am. Somehow, people feeling badly for me would really match how I feel inside and so it looks appealing to me.
I don’t feel like this every week. But this week I do. I can only hope tomorrow will be better, but I’ve said that to myself the last 9 nights in a row. And I keep waking up feeling worse. I have some serious “fuck it” attitude going on right now. And I know that saying it out loud helps take the power away from it, so I’m posting this here in the hopes that getting some of it off my chest will help.
The irony isn’t lost on me that I am absolutely sick of newcomers dumping their baggage on the group, and yet here I am doing exactly that. But maybe it’s my turn. I’ve listened to trauma after trauma and sob story after complaint over and over again and offered hugs, kind words of encouragement, driving them to meetings and listening to all their woes, maybe it’s my turn to let some of my self-pity and struggles out too. I mean, at 95 days I’m still a newcomer too, right?
Sorry for the long and pretty much entirely negative post. I just don’t really know who else to say any of this to. Everyone in my support network has offered me endless support and I feel like I’m just a completely broken record at this point.
My wife asked me again this week if I wanted to get a brain scan like maybe my brain is broken. Sometimes I do wonder maybe it is. It doesn’t feel like my serotonin or dopamine receptors even work anymore. It doesn’t feel like I’m able to create any of my own GABA at this point in my brain. I feel completed fried and void of pretty much all positive emotion. I want to rebuild these damaged and broken relationships in my life but don’t know how much work I need to put in for it to start to feel normal, or if it ever will.
Thanks,
-Christopher