Imagine waking up every day and being obsessed with something that you know will completely fuck your life, because once you have it… once is never enough. That you will have to lie to people you love just to use and you won’t even know your lying because your head tells you your doing the right thing, that you’ll be awake for days and you’ll start to notice darkness under your eyes and weight loss from not eating and soon enough your face starts to sink in and you’ll look like a zombie, you’ll look in the mirror and notice the dramatic changes and be disgusted in your reflection. You’ll hang around people that you think are your mates but will leave as soon as the drugs run out while your family are at home worried sick about you and don’t even know if you’ll be alive by the end of the night. And when the drugs run out and your “mates” are no where to be seen and you are coming down hard and your mood swings are so intense you lock yourself in your room, then when you think it can’t get any worse this massive wave of depression and loneliness swallows you. Where you can’t see the point in taking another breath because everything seems to hard to bare. Where you feel so empty inside and you feel like you have no one. And the only thing that will ease your mind is the though of a rope around your neck and the pain beginning to stop.
Imagine having a war in your head 24 fucking 7. I’m not just a dirty junkie, I’m a normal person with a hell of a problem. Ima never give up on recovery. Relapse is apart of my journey and it’s along road ahead.
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