Do you ever just feel alone?
Like you're the only one?
I never did.. but now getting clean I don't have all my old friends.
I'm out of my safety zone.
I've tried to make new clean friends who will support me and love me, and believe me I have. But sometimes I just don't feel as if I belong.. Sometimes I just feel left out.. I feel as if I'm not actually one of them.. I just came along.
I keep a smile on my face and pretend everything is great.. but now it's getting to hard. I'm breaking down inside. I miss things I shouldn't. I depended on that for so long now I don't know how to live.. I miss my old self, but I don't. My old self was unhealthy, mean, selfish. I know it sounds dumb I say I miss that. But if you were ever to take a step in my old shoes you'd know. Some people tell me they know how I feel. But when you've never had what I have.. you have no idea. The hurt, the pain, the lies.. I wish I would of never taken the road I did. I feel as if I've ruined myself. I'm getting better.. but mentally I feel like I'm getting worse. I feel so alone inside. I'm always crying on the inside.
I was so proud of myself for quitting. Even though it hurt. I couldn't walk for 3-4 days because of the withdrawls, no one could touch me, I cried, I yelled, my nose ran, I puked my brains out, my eyes were a yellowy glaze, every muscle in my body ached.. I went through all of these awful things because I thought something was "fun" That something took over my life and turned it into this...
This aloneness..
This sadness..
By myself..
My new friends made me feel new! Like I was worth something.. They loved me for me. Not because I could find something so they could get high, or because I could give them a ride to get high. But because I was Elizabeth Dee.
I'm trying so hard to do right. I'm working my ass off to keep my grades up, I'm trying so hard not to reach out to the next pill when I know it's there, I'm trying so hard to mend broken family relationships..
But after a while trying so hard, you just want to give up. Throw it all away..
Sometimes I wonder, " Is it worth it? " .. Working so hard, for what?
Maybe it's just a bad week.. these after effects suck. In the past I would never have to deal with this stuff.. because I always had something there to take away my pain and to make me forget everything.
Not now..
Now it's all me.. Nothing to cover it all up. I'm doing things now that I haven't done in 2 and a half years.. It's rough, but I know I can pull through.
I keep trying and trying.. I can't give up.
I need a hug.
Thanks everyone for your love and support.
Love,
Me |