Benjamin B
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Today I relapsed and I'm a little pissed at myself for it. The drug was adderall not really a heavy one but I took allot (about 250mgs). It was a combination of long work week, the 90% chance of me going back to jail for 60 days not by choice, and my now ex-girlfriend (the same girl who apparently loved me and got me into rehab) getting back with a 2x ex-boyfriend who I knew before ever meeting her and is a complete waste of life. I should have taken Apollyon, and Coa's advice and not rushed into a relationship....
It's not all bad though. I took a good long look at the blur of a life I've had since I started using and why I used (with a little more focus than in the past, and I wrote it all down. Let me if you really want to read it but I'm not going to post it for the whole world to see.) and decided jail would probably be very good for me...as odd as that sounds (I now intend to ask the judge to send me back on Wednesday.). It offers a good opportunity for me to get my body back to its old pre-hard-drug physical state, will end my legal drama for now, and afterwords I plan to enlist. This will suck as far as my morals are concerned (absolutely do not support the government) but it offers a good opportunity to get out of the culinary industry and into a better profession. Not to mention it offers a great chance for me to sever almost all the ties to the drug world through my "friends" and by moving away, by doing this I can hopefully kick my addiction for good. I can't believe I'm about to say this but...Jail is actually offering me a cleanish slate.
As for now, I just quit my job, and called one of the few family members who hasn't basically kicked me out of the family and I'm going to stay with him until my court date. Staying with him offers a good opportunity to blow off some steam hunting and helping take care of his coyote problem
as well as put me in a place that I can even find a bag of pot.
In short,
If I wasn't so god damn stubborn probably could have realized earlier in my life that as fun as drugs are:
THEY FUCK YOUR LIFE UP AND TAKE CONTROL OF YOU BY SENDING YOU DOWN THE "WRONG PATH", PULLING YOU DEEPER DOWN IT BY MAKING THE ONLY WAY OUT SEEM TO BE TO GET THAT MUCH HIGHER.
Sadly it took a year of hell for me to realize this, but its for the better....I guess:happysad:
EDIT: This wasn't my first relapse since I was discharged. But it really got me thinking about how well I could cope without drugs, Hell even in rehab the only thing I was really was told is "drugs are bad and you should quit before it completely ruins you". Well that only worked for a bit and then I thought maybe the drugs actually had fucked my life up already. I looked what my all options are to try and make a sober life and that my best option was to start my life over completely.
It's not all bad though. I took a good long look at the blur of a life I've had since I started using and why I used (with a little more focus than in the past, and I wrote it all down. Let me if you really want to read it but I'm not going to post it for the whole world to see.) and decided jail would probably be very good for me...as odd as that sounds (I now intend to ask the judge to send me back on Wednesday.). It offers a good opportunity for me to get my body back to its old pre-hard-drug physical state, will end my legal drama for now, and afterwords I plan to enlist. This will suck as far as my morals are concerned (absolutely do not support the government) but it offers a good opportunity to get out of the culinary industry and into a better profession. Not to mention it offers a great chance for me to sever almost all the ties to the drug world through my "friends" and by moving away, by doing this I can hopefully kick my addiction for good. I can't believe I'm about to say this but...Jail is actually offering me a cleanish slate.
As for now, I just quit my job, and called one of the few family members who hasn't basically kicked me out of the family and I'm going to stay with him until my court date. Staying with him offers a good opportunity to blow off some steam hunting and helping take care of his coyote problem

In short,
If I wasn't so god damn stubborn probably could have realized earlier in my life that as fun as drugs are:
THEY FUCK YOUR LIFE UP AND TAKE CONTROL OF YOU BY SENDING YOU DOWN THE "WRONG PATH", PULLING YOU DEEPER DOWN IT BY MAKING THE ONLY WAY OUT SEEM TO BE TO GET THAT MUCH HIGHER.
Sadly it took a year of hell for me to realize this, but its for the better....I guess:happysad:
EDIT: This wasn't my first relapse since I was discharged. But it really got me thinking about how well I could cope without drugs, Hell even in rehab the only thing I was really was told is "drugs are bad and you should quit before it completely ruins you". Well that only worked for a bit and then I thought maybe the drugs actually had fucked my life up already. I looked what my all options are to try and make a sober life and that my best option was to start my life over completely.