Addiction is Not Magic
I've been completely absent the past few weeks, so I'll just say it. I'm an addict, and I relapsed. It has been very difficult, and had multiple days where the severity of my withdrawals were the devil's claws restraining me to my bed. A few times I tried to crawl out of it early. I put on the episode, "Bridle Gossip," a go-to episode for the sake of having fun with the show while fighting cravings, and I ended up getting high while watching the episode. I've neglected my studies, my interests, my hobbies, and my fitness goals as well as returned to smoking cigarettes like a chimney. I've tried to post on this blog a few times about my THC because I was so ecstatic to get involved with the community, then stress happened, then mental health worsened, then "Just one time" happened, then a full-on relapse kicked in. I see no reason to go into detail what I was relapsing on, it was not good. I was thin and still lost more weight from either a lack of appetite or a desire to fast to intensify the high I get from substances I'll use later. If I wasn't getting high, I was either at work or I was laying around playing on my phone, then I was getting high while doing all those things.
Addiction hurts. Yes, to use a substance--To drink it, to snort it, to inject it, to put it under the tongue-is a choice, but its not a choice people make because life is going perfectly even from the first hit. Chasing relief. Needing peace. Desperate for escape. People you love struggle with addiction, and my struggle with addiction is proof people love to refuse compassion for people who, in their eyes, are in a position they put themselves in. I've had people say straight to my face, "You put yourself here. I have no sympathy for you." I've had people assume my substance abuse comes from some place of being spoiled or not being told no while having no knowledge of intense trauma I endured growing up. I have an ex-girlfriend who struggles worse than I do, and she's been very supportive, and I've tried to support her.
I know you've heard reflections like this over and over, again, but truthfully, addiction really is a spiral people, not even addicts, can't perceive until one is too far gone to be anything but beyond dependent on the substance they've chosen to return to. Every time I begin, its, "Oh, I can manage this. I'm not even that messed up. Now, I can make this the crux of my day. Go to work/school, get my studies done, work out, see friends, and then get high before I go to bed. It cannot be articulated the strange, blurry area where I forget the moment I fell of the wagon.
I'm sorry this blog entry is all over the place and rather inarticulate, but I needed somewhere to share what I go through and what I've been going through. Addiction is such an immense suffering, I would not wish it on anypony. I love you all. Please keep me in your thoughts as I try to recover.
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