...the boyfriend I'm so crazy about (we've been having some problems the past week or so - have been together for 10 years, so maybe it's just time for us to be going through something - or maybe, yes, just maybe, it's the damn pills I've been taking - yes, I fully acknowledge this) decided he wasn't coming to see me tonight - all of a sudden I felt lost and so alone - like if he had come tonight, then I definitely would have been able to not take as many pills as I did last night, and attempt some semblance of a taper - but that's exactly what I ended up doing - even though I am so ashamed of myself and feel horrible and am depressed and so on and so on...I'm so mad at myself, and I knew exactly what I was doing when I did it - the rationale that went through my brain was, "You know you're going to take them anyway, so just take them." I feel terrible. Avis, Tramahater, Moonshyne777 and Peanut3 have all taken the time to write me notes of encouragement, and I feel like I just laughed in their faces, and I'm so sorry...why why why I am allowing this to happen to me and my life? On one hand, I really did want to see my guy, and on the other, as horrible as it sounds, all I wanted to do was be alone with my drugs, take them, and get that "feeling," you all know the one, the one that SEEMS to make taking these pills worthwhile. I know beating myself up isn't going to help, and while reading someone else's thread, someone was telling this person NOT to beat themselves up, and to forgive themselves - how do you do that when what you are doing is wrong in every single aspect, and you knowingly do it anyway? What gives me the right to forgive myself? What gives me the right to be kind to myself, when I'm intentionally hurting myself and hurting other people with my actions/behaviors? With this much self-medicating, there is no way I can be in my "right mind," even though I might "feel" like it once the high wears off, meaning, even if I think I'm having a rational conversation with someone, whatever I'm saying or hearing is probably being distorted and taken in a way other than what I mean. I'm sure people think something's up with me, but they just can't put their finger on what it is. I can feel the pills taking effect, which is what I wanted, but I'm so upset with myself right now, that, duh, I am not enjoying it at all, and I'm still mad at myself and scared and all the emotions I felt last night, only magnified because I know how badly I felt about myself LAST night - Jesus - it just doesn't end.
I suppose there is an end in sight - there is - I just don't know how to get to it...I mean, I do...but I think as long as I have pills, I'll have problems - get rid of the pills, get rid of the problems - sounds easy, right? I know what you all are thinking - I have to WANT it - I have to want to get to the other side - I do, I do. Please don't tell me "you don't sound ready to get to the other side." How do I explain it - I'm ready to stop having problems, but not ready to stop - I'm sure you all understand what I'm trying to say. I could keep going on, but I don't think it will come out right yet.
Again, I felt like writing tonight, and if any of you write back, I thank you so much in advance... I appreciate the time you take to read and comment.
xoxo