Long, long before I knew anything about PTSD, I found that opiates cured what ailed me. I found that it shut up the voice in my head ("something very bad happened")... No! No! No! Don't ever think about that. EVER! Take more opiates... all better.
I was a very high functioning addict for decades. Not one person knew I was an addict. I am a professional in the medical field and have a very demanding job that I do very well. Don't mind me if I go shoot up a little Fentanyl before this next procedure. No one knew, and I was able to do my job, so what's the problem, right???
Except, sadly, opiates stopped working. Just ended up taking more and more with zero benefit. Then just needed to take more and more to keep from getting dopesick. To just be normal. For many, many years. Eventually that seemed pretty stupid to me. Why continue to take massive doses of opiates when they do nothing?? So I started to do this weird cycle of: 1) go to detox and rehab, 2) stay clean for a few months, 3) OD... ooops... 4) back to rehab. After awhile of doing that, decided maybe I needed some professional help and decided to go see a therapist. About my drug problem.
That's how I discovered that drugs were not my problem, but my solution for dealing with everything that happened in the past. And now that I'm clean (again) (and trying very, very hard to stay that way), it is sometimes hard not to fall back into the mindset of... why deal with all this shit? Why deal with CPTSD? Why dredge up all the f*cked up shit that happened?? Why not sail away on the good ship Opiate back to lala land? Just forget and move the f*ck on.
But apparently it doesn't work that way. Forgetting doesn't make me better. Or so I have been told repeatedly by my therapist. Apparently I need to process things that, up until now, I have refused to do. Or had a very hard time doing. Or both.
Anyway, addiction blows. But I miss it nonetheless. Anyone relate??
37 days clean today, but who's counting? ;)
I was a very high functioning addict for decades. Not one person knew I was an addict. I am a professional in the medical field and have a very demanding job that I do very well. Don't mind me if I go shoot up a little Fentanyl before this next procedure. No one knew, and I was able to do my job, so what's the problem, right???
Except, sadly, opiates stopped working. Just ended up taking more and more with zero benefit. Then just needed to take more and more to keep from getting dopesick. To just be normal. For many, many years. Eventually that seemed pretty stupid to me. Why continue to take massive doses of opiates when they do nothing?? So I started to do this weird cycle of: 1) go to detox and rehab, 2) stay clean for a few months, 3) OD... ooops... 4) back to rehab. After awhile of doing that, decided maybe I needed some professional help and decided to go see a therapist. About my drug problem.
That's how I discovered that drugs were not my problem, but my solution for dealing with everything that happened in the past. And now that I'm clean (again) (and trying very, very hard to stay that way), it is sometimes hard not to fall back into the mindset of... why deal with all this shit? Why deal with CPTSD? Why dredge up all the f*cked up shit that happened?? Why not sail away on the good ship Opiate back to lala land? Just forget and move the f*ck on.
But apparently it doesn't work that way. Forgetting doesn't make me better. Or so I have been told repeatedly by my therapist. Apparently I need to process things that, up until now, I have refused to do. Or had a very hard time doing. Or both.
Anyway, addiction blows. But I miss it nonetheless. Anyone relate??
37 days clean today, but who's counting? ;)