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galaxywarp · 8 days
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I focus mostly on my meth recovery lately, and understandably so because it’s newer and more vulnerable.
But I like to reflect on my fentanyl/heroin clean time every now and then as well.
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I’ve been clean from fentanyl longer than I was addicted to fentanyl now.
It means a lot to me because fentanyl used to consume my entire mind body and soul. 24/7 I was obsessed with a singular desperation to use fentanyl and to stop the pain I was in. For years.
I never thought it would get better.
So looking at this 4 and a half years. It really means a lot.
It reminds me that I can survive even something that seems completely and utterly hopeless.
If I can be 4 and a half years clean from fentanyl then I can do anything.
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aropride · 1 year
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(ID: a stock photo of a man smiling with lowercase impact font text reading, "me when it's monday again / but i have the indomitable human spirit on my side and the sun is out and i have a nice drink and my lights are on and my curtains are open and i want to be alive i want to be alive i want to be alive and the sun is out". end ID)
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lesbianrustcohle · 2 months
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i feel like something has been ripped out of me. pain, just pain
but anyone who says it feels like death is wrong because i've felt both kinds of breakup and only death feels like death
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merlions · 6 months
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it's true that no one picks their sobriety date but my one year sobriety birthday just happens to be this Friday October 13th and like. It literally couldnt be more on brand for me. Like nothing could ever top that. It's too perfect it's almost stressing me out. Like what can I even do to celebrate how could I ever do that justice. One of my black cats' birthdays is Halloween and I celebrated that by getting a tattoo on her 1st bday of her standing beside a jack o lantern so like how am I gonna figure out how to up the ante for this one
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growandrecover · 1 year
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I'm sure a lot of you are stressed right now because of all the holiday food, but I wanted to remind you that calories are nothing more than a unit of energy for our bodies. If you're still seeing them as something that contributes to your weight, that's okay. But I would encourage you to try and look at it this way:
Your phone needs to be charged. Whether you charge it every night, or only when the battery is almost dead, it still needs to be charged, regardless. You wouldn't deprive your phone of less energy because you felt it didn't deserve it, would you? Or you wouldn't get mad at it for needing more energy, would you? Probably not, because it's an electronic device that simply needs to be charged to function. Your body is the same. Of course it's not as simple as a phone needing to be charged, but in recovery, no matter where you are, sometimes you need to simplify things. I've been in recovery for about a year now, and even though that's not a huge amount of time, I still find myself needing to break things down to make it easier not to engage in disordered behaviors.
You can take control over your disorder. You're strong.
If you need help, someone to talk to, or advice, please don't hesitate to send me a message or an ask! I'm here for you all <3 Happy New Year!
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waywardtyrantpirate · 14 days
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I'm going through something rn. My ocd keeps shoving me into a corner. I can't get out it seems. I keep trying to do cbt but for some reason it's getting worse rn. An I can't help but to think rn. My head literally hurts bc its bean running around in circles. Pls if anyone has any advice help.
I need help w/ managing my ocd.
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airsigh · 6 months
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reasons for me to recover: i’m miserable to be with when i’m hungry and i want my friends to have fun hanging out with me
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karolinsmind · 5 months
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No matter how much you ate yesterday
You still need to eat TODAY!
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madnesssharedbitwo · 7 months
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Welcome to the shitshow!
My names Robin. He/they. DID system.
I currently post mostly about Hannibal, Supernatural, Florence and the machine, Critical role, and whatever else is currently holding my interest. Expect mass reblogging then silence.
I’m an adult trans man (22). I will reblog nsfw things. Minors block the tag minors DNI.
Triggering things will be tagged as : Thing tw.
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mermaidsofthesoil · 3 months
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A hard day for staying on the recovery wagon for sure. But I did it!! So proud of myself for pushing through hard days. Easier days will come and hard days will get less and less and spaced further apart. The fight is worth it!! Never giving up!!
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loveliesttime · 2 years
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man. food as a love language hits extra hard when food also means recovery for u. god.
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galaxywarp · 7 months
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(please like if you read. and it would mean a lot to me if you read.)
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My body and my mind have been sick lately
So my sleep schedule has been fucked.
3am is a normal time to wake.
And just before the sun rises,
I find a couple of dollars
And I put some gas in my tank and I buy a cheap iced coffee,
And I drive and I watch the sun come up
While I listen to music that makes my friends sad.
And as I’m standing at the pump and overdrawing my bank account to put a few dollars of gas in my car,
And my speakers are playing a song about wanting to kill my father with a baseball bat,
I see a man around my age walking towards the gas station,
From out of the shadows of the distant sidewalk
Into the harsh light.
And he’s wearing an oversized sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants and he’s walking alone through the dark to a gas station at 5 in the morning to buy a lighter
And some part of me registers that this is a man who others may feel nervous about him approaching them through the darkness.
But in him I see myself.
And I miss being a meth addict.
And I miss his world. And I miss dragging myself, dirty and beaten, to the nearest gas station at 5 in the morning with loose change in my pocket to buy myself a lighter so that I can smoke my meth pipe.
And I get back in my car that’s still playing a song about wanting to kill my father with a baseball bat.
And I try to think about what it is I’m missing.
And I think of rooms of faces,
Painful, terrible, beautiful faces,
Where every person there understands exactly what it’s like to be at a gas station at 5 in the morning listening to a song about wanting to kill your father with a baseball bat.
And you don’t have to think about it.
You don’t have to talk about it.
They just hand you a pipe
And a lighter
And the pain goes away.
And I drive to pick up my iced coffee
And I don’t feel as bad about the iced coffee as I thought I would.
It’s only two dollars, after all.
And it’s easy to find two dollars, even when you have nothing else.
You can find two dollars in a lot of places.
In your couch.
In old jacket pockets.
In the kindness of a stranger.
And I’ve been hoarding loose change for years.
I keep it in my grandpa’s old ammunition box from the war.
The box where I keep one of the shells from the guns they fired at his and grandma’s funeral.
The box where I keep a dirty rusty nail that someone gave me in rehab.
Someone who didn’t make it, but I did.
The box where I keep the smooth pretty blue stone that the other patients passed around on my last day, that they held close to their hearts as they wished me strength on my journey. As they told me that I was strong and that I was going to make it.
And it’s the box where I keep my loose change
For iced coffee
And meth lighters.
It’s easy to find two dollars.
Your mom will give you two dollars
If you tell her it’s for iced coffee
And not meth lighters.
Your mom will give you two dollars
If you promise it’s not to kill yourself.
And in the drive thru the girl asks me to please wait a moment, she has to refill the coffee.
And I tell her it’s okay, really, no rush.
And she thanks me
And tells me she appreciates me.
And I think about all the jobs I’ve had
Where I had to ask a customer to please wait a moment
So I could do something important
Like refill the coffee
Or use heroin in the bathroom.
And when she hands me my iced coffee I say thank you
And I tell her “I appreciate you too”.
And I see her face fall, briefly,
As she is stunned by my words
Taken aback by this brief, fleeting moment of genuine kindness and connection.
And just as quickly she smiles at me
Truly smiles
And says thank you.
And I hurry and drive away, so she can deal with the rest of the cars in line
Many of which are running late for work
And who will blame her for it.
And I take my drive.
And I watch the sun rise.
And I listen to music that makes my friends sad.
And when I come home
I wash down my antidepressants with what’s left of my iced coffee
And I think about how I don’t miss being a meth addict.
I am a meth addict
Without his pipe.
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aropride · 1 year
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sometimes u will be doing bad but then you'll look back on a time years ago when u were doing bad and you'll realize you're feeling so much better than u were then and the meds and the therapy and the work were worth it. and that's what it's all about
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dreamlogic · 1 year
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#new (ie ancient childhood plague) avoidant attachment pattern unlocked:#i have made a few polite and unobtrusive bids for attention but i see you are otherwise indisposed#no doubt with other very important high priority things that i should not interrupt with my trivial needs#since my attempts at seeking care and connection with you have gone unnoticed or unattended#i will now excuse myself to go self-soothe elsewhere. it's fine don't worry about it i prefer caring for myself anyways it builds character#gfd i do this shit SO OFTEN.#i just assume i'm super low on everyone's priority lists & that it'll be quicker/easier/more reliable to just meet my needs myself#so i'll make a cursory effort at soliciting care/attention from others and if i don't get an immediate warm response#i just assume they don't care or i'm a nuisance and leave#it's fuckig n textbook i skip straight past protest behaviors to full on avoidance#this is like when i told my therapist i don't get panic attacks cause i just dissociate instead#and he was like PLS UNDERSTAND THAT'S WORSE. YOU DO GET HOW THAT'S WORSE RIGHT???#apparently panic is your nervous system warning you BEFORE you reach a dissociative snapping point#and ignoring those panic cues until they go away isn't very healthy!#sometimes my brain lacks middle sliders and it's deeply frustrating.#anyways today was a wash. don't plant the bad ones as tom waits said.#tomorrow i relax and tend my bruised soul and go craft with some friends#recovery tag#shit chat
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bowerywilliam · 1 year
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pouring my heart out to a stranger but i didn't pour the whiskey ☹️
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lesdemonium · 1 year
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healing one day at a time by speaking up for yourself and refusing to let someone else tell you how you should feel
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