Being prescribed your addictive drug.
Posted: November 11th, 2012, 9:20 pm
My shrink gave me Ativan. That is the drug that makes me fall down the slippery slope of addictive brain pathways. I didn't tell him about the first shrink I saw who said if I wanted to be happy to take speed and handed out bottles and bottles of Ativan to me at 16. I didn't tell him how that led into more and more benzos, and pain killers, and alcohol, etc. I thought I could handle just 14 pills a week. It has been a long time since I've gone down this road but I guess I'm stuck. Within 2 days I'm out because that spaced feeling feels nice. Get upset - take a pill. Sobbing because of depression - take a pill. Bored - take a pill. I didn't tell him because as soon as it became an option my brain went "wheeeeeeeeeee!"
I don't understand how I can handle any other benzo responsibly but put Ativan (which isn't even that long lasting) in front of me and I start to fall. I drank on Wednesday and Thursday. Ironically because I went to a mental health support club and became a member. It just made me feel worse because I found the whole organization so random. When I get anxious I hide behind structure, and order, and my intelligence. I shove my feelings down and start talking with words like "mandate" and other such policy wank.
All weekend I've been fighting driving to my dealer's house. My friend. Who can give me the pain meds I want. I feel like a failure. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to handle anxiety + addiction + PTSD + depression. I find myself having just one drink a day. Like I can control it.
And I know what I'm doing. I'm medicating because of the pain I'm feeling lately. Just out of being in the hospital against my will. Trying to deal with my screwed up family history. Trying to deal with trauma. Tired of it all. Tired of fighting the constant negative thinking in my head. Tired of doing every single thing that I need to do to do it right. Exercising, socializing, seeking help, journaling, eating well, fighting insomnia with a pure sleep hygiene schedule, using my SAD therapy lamp, taking vitamin D, making sure I take my meds on time. Crap! I just get so tired of it and want to disappear into vodka again. And I'm smarter than this. I know what I'm doing. I just don't want to feel anymore. I'm tired of crying every day.
I don't know why I'm posting here. Probably so someone in the world at least has witness to my slip downward. I quit on my own the last time and I just don't know if I have the strength to do it this time.
I don't understand how I can handle any other benzo responsibly but put Ativan (which isn't even that long lasting) in front of me and I start to fall. I drank on Wednesday and Thursday. Ironically because I went to a mental health support club and became a member. It just made me feel worse because I found the whole organization so random. When I get anxious I hide behind structure, and order, and my intelligence. I shove my feelings down and start talking with words like "mandate" and other such policy wank.
All weekend I've been fighting driving to my dealer's house. My friend. Who can give me the pain meds I want. I feel like a failure. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to handle anxiety + addiction + PTSD + depression. I find myself having just one drink a day. Like I can control it.
And I know what I'm doing. I'm medicating because of the pain I'm feeling lately. Just out of being in the hospital against my will. Trying to deal with my screwed up family history. Trying to deal with trauma. Tired of it all. Tired of fighting the constant negative thinking in my head. Tired of doing every single thing that I need to do to do it right. Exercising, socializing, seeking help, journaling, eating well, fighting insomnia with a pure sleep hygiene schedule, using my SAD therapy lamp, taking vitamin D, making sure I take my meds on time. Crap! I just get so tired of it and want to disappear into vodka again. And I'm smarter than this. I know what I'm doing. I just don't want to feel anymore. I'm tired of crying every day.
I don't know why I'm posting here. Probably so someone in the world at least has witness to my slip downward. I quit on my own the last time and I just don't know if I have the strength to do it this time.