My life is in a complete mess.
I cannot stand it anymore. It’s really fucked. Like I couldn’t compare this feeling to any ordinary comedown.
I use drugs to feel better only to feel worse. It’s insane. What the fuck is wrong with me. Why. Why. Why.
I am at risk of homelessness, I can’t seem to keep a job despite a hefty effort, my will is disappesring, these negative thoughts ate becoming regular.
I am basically at rock bottom. My version of it anyway.
I am on and off meth weekly, I can’t stop smoking bongs, hooked on nicotine, and I still cannot control my drinking - although I seem have to have skipped a few days only to replace it with meth.
My family won’t take me back until I’m employed, clean, healthy, happy and sober.
Sounds simple, but achieving all or most of those things, before the unofficial due date, is a fucking hectic task for someone suffering whatever it is I suffer with. Mental issues and drug issues yadda yadda.
I am alone a lot of the time, and feel isolated from the world. When I do get a job and sober off, I feel alone, pointless, aimless, goalless.
It’s in that 1-10 minute moment, typically after work, that my brain goes into lonely mode. Work keeps me busy. But after work, I’m a lost soul wandering his own place not sure why he is even living here or where to go, or what to address first.
Write a list, make a plan, execute it, yes. Simple yes. Easy No. I think about the future too much. I procrastinate or worry a lot.
I want to wake up from this living hell. This nightmareish, festering life I lead. I need to get sober.
Day 1.