From time to time I’ve posted MPSIMS threads about my struggles with drug addiction. This is something of an epilogue to that.
I kicked benzodiazepines in Feb 2010, and opiates in March of this year.
In the 7 or so months since that last victory, not a day has gone by—literally, not a single day—that I haven’t quietly rejoiced to be done with that garbage. Even if the conscious thought lasts only a couple of seconds, the daily gratitude for sobriety is always there. When I think of the tempestuous roller coaster that I was on for years—the constant cycle of euphoria and then hellish withdrawal crashes—I can finally see just how insane that addictive behavior was.
And I am never, EVER going back.
It is so indescribably wonderful and liberating to wake up each morning and know that today, I won’t go into withdrawal; today, I won’t be wondering when I can score again; today, I am free to be the one IN CONTROL of my own life.
I’ve also been getting a lot of exercise over the past 7 months as well as making other positive lifestyle changes that I was just too strung out to have made when I was using. Sobriety kicks ass.
I know that addiction is never fully “cured”, but I’m done with drug abuse. For real. Forever. I even had the chance to score and use on two separate occasions over the past few months—without getting caught and without anyone ever finding out—and I didn’t. I just walked away. Easily. I just wasn’t interested in sacrificing this wonderful new life for a few hours’ worth of a high.
Just wanted to share how good I’m feeling a few months into this new, clean, rational, healthy existence.
That is all.