I’m 31, and I’ve been using for a little over a year.
At the end of last year, I met what feels like my perfect person. And over time, I’ve had to come to terms with something that hurts like hell to admit: I’ve been choosing my addiction.
I’ve gotten to the point where I can finally admit that I need help. Which is honestly wild to me, because before I was actually living this, I didn’t really believe in addiction the way I do now. It’s one thing to hear about it. It’s another thing to realize you’re standing in it.
About two months ago, I had 30 days clean. Then I went back.
What scares me most isn’t just what I’m doing to myself. It’s knowing I’m pushing people away. Knowing that eventually, they may look at me and feel like I chose something over them. Knowing I don’t want them to feel that way. Knowing I don’t want to lose the people I love, my life, or everything I’ve worked for.
I’m now 4 days sober.
And I want to be honest about something: just because I’m sober today doesn’t mean the desire is gone. I still have thoughts about getting more. I still think about using when I come home. That’s the part I’m struggling with right now. I can make the decision not to use today, but I know I’m going to have to keep making that decision when I’m back in the same environment and facing the same triggers.
That scares me.
But tonight, I threw away everything I had left. Meaning my iv use items that ha know i paid for lol hurt like hell, but I know what this addiction can take from me if I keep letting it.
So I’m here admitting it: I need help.
I don’t want to wait until I’ve lost everything to finally understand what this is doing to me. I want to learn how to live without needing something to soothe me. I want to be present for the people I love. I want my life back.
Four days isn’t the finish line. It’s just where I am today.
And today, I’m choosing sobriety. ![]()