I now stay in a stoned and drunk stupor. My favorite time of day is when I am asleep, and the saddest time of day is when I wake up and realize at survived the night.
I didn't used to be this way. I used to be a caring person, probably cared too much, and got everything taken away from me due to lies and deceit - I probably could have recovered if had not been for the covid lockdowns that went into effect at the same time.
I was you. I almost died when I tried to get sober from benzos and alcohol. I had multiple seizures, biting off a chunk of my tongue in the process, and was under hospital supervision for three months. I'm almost four years clean from alcohol and pain killers now, but I still enjoy the occasional edible and psychedelics every few months or so. I have children and I couldn't allow them to grow up with the alcoholic father who was never present. If not for them...
It's not an easy environment to exist in let alone thrive. We're like lions in an aquarium. We don't belong like this. I don't know what more to say, so.
Metoo, longtime drunkard and doper. Sobriety really is best. I never have the desire to get shitfaced anymore.
I was 99% sober for the first part of my life, then occasionally 5 years ago, now .... ain't nothin left to live for really. We ain't getting out of this plandemic , and my entire existence is social , this is my personal hell. Body is in constant pain, mind is stuck in what was, no happy diversions to change it.
Neither do i. I always feared the offer being soo accessable. But I never even think about grabbing it one the habitual nature deteriorates. It's when things are down that I have to look out. When I get angry. That's when I'm in danger.
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