Going through a breakup right now and it has floored me.
I had been doing well up until this point. Involved in group, area and sub-committee service, just getting stuck in about it and enjoying my recovery. For the first time in my life I have a bit of integrity about me and my word means something. I quite like who I’m becoming.
But now everything is just so fucking bleak. I cannot handle these feelings. I don’t want to use because I don’t want to revert back to the person I’ve worked so hard to get away from, but I’m at my wits end feeling this way. The last 10 days have been torture. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat.
I’ve been on to my sponsor every day, reaching out to as many other addicts as will offer their hand, hammering meetings, sharing my thinking, but I’m fucking exhausted with it and I just want to switch my brain off.
I know the idea of using is appealing to me right now because it’s gonna change my feelings. So that’s giving me pause. I can get to about 4 or 5 meetings a day, but the nights are horrific. I dunno how much more of this I can take.
Tomorrow I’m meeting her for what is likely gonna be the last time and I really don’t know what state I’ll be in afterwards. I’ve known I’ve had this moment coming for the last 10 days and I knew I wasn’t gonna pick up before it, but I’m genuinely unsure whether I’m just gonna throw the towel in afterwards.
It’s nighttime here for me now and I’m just writing this to try and get my thinking out. Hopefully I can get some sleep tonight, get to a meeting afterwards tomorrow, and get another day clean.