Shot up this morning. Hopeless.
Almost lost my life due to a septic infection a few months ago. Hadn’t touched a needle since.
Had a great day with my kid, some family, close friends.
Ended up finding an old bag of heroin. Didn’t think much of it. Ended up out and doing cocaine. I had a little bit left and decided to grab needles and shoot both of them.
The shame and disgust I feel right now is indescribable. I feel like I may as well just go grab more now. My family knows something’s not right. I’m heartbroken. Diagnosed bipolar recently.
I’ve lost everything and as soon as I get a little bit of positive momentum and clean time - I go and destroy it. Hundreds of attempts at sobriety.
What’s the point? I can’t find love, happiness, fulfillment. Maybe it’s just time to die. My family wouldn’t be in any more pain.
How did I get here… I’ve tried everything. I think it’s hopeless at this point.
Had to get it off my chest. Thanks
EDIT: thanks for the kind responses. I was devastated this morning, ready to get more drugs - but I’m not going to. Picked up the phone and spoke to an old sponsor and my therapist. I’ll be alright. Love you guys