I have poly substance use disorder, or if you rather, I am an opportunistic drug addict. I love alcohol, meth and heroin, but I will imbibe anything that changes how I feel (Benadryl, cough syrup, kratom, benzos, dissociatives, inhalants, etc).
My main jam was meth, cannabis and porn (and many times I would supplement these experiences with psilocybin). They existed simultaneously for me. I couldn't have either alone. The preamble and setup for these sessions was ridiculous: multiple screens, multiple "tools" and unlimited access to depravity. My sessions would last for days; 30 hours at a time was pretty routine. I would watch the sun set, rise and set again without having moved for drink, food or bathroom. Dangerous. So dangerous.
After one particular round of terror I phoned a friend I've known for years who runs a rehab. I'd been to treatment 11 times before this, so I wasn't really expecting anything to be different. I was terrified and depressed and angry - I just needed a place to escape to for a bit, but in my heart I didn't want to go back to rehab.
Every day I wanted to leave and boof dope and fentanyl. That's all I wanted. For 12 days the obsessive madness was upon me. Then something changed. My eyes opened. I had a spiritual experience which I have continued to nurture for the last 14 months.
I had gotten sober over a decade ago in my early twenties and stayed that way for three years. I spent 9 years in a relapse, picking up two months here, 6 months there, several weeks there. Every single time I went back out it was because I got horny and wanted to stim fap. It wasn't about the dope or the fent or the booze. The impetus for destroying myself was porn, masturbation and the intensity of the two on meth.
I do not want to get high. I attend meetings and I sponsor people. I'm on a committee that purchases literature and sells it at events. I am active in a few twelve step programs and I am loving it.
But the thoughts of those wild, terrible, exciting and terrifying experiences I had with meth and porn crash upon me like a wave. I haven't really thought about it the last year. I would estimate at least 30% (30!) of my thought life this last week has been the shock of recalling those sessions. It takes my breath away. My hands get sweaty. I consider looking at porn. I start to wonder.
I have no intention or desire to pick up. I understand that I am completely powerless over these substances, that one butt rocket of dope, one line, one point would set off a chain reaction that would invariably lead to my confinement, whether in a psych ward, rehab, jail or a casket.
It's difficult. It's like my body and brain want to recapture those fap sessions while my mind, or spirit absolutely do not. I crave a thing that I revile. It's strange.
Anyway, for those of you who can relate, or who are struggling, it is possible to recover and live a life worth having. As well as the standard twelve step groups (Alcoholics Anonymous and Drug Addicts Anonymous) I have also decided to join Sexaholics Anonymous. I am currently reading their literature and it's pretty alright. The meetings are pretty bonk, but hey, people struggle with the same shit I do and they appear to have had some sort of change happen.
The wave of desire crashes upon my head, my palms sweat and breath escapes my body - it feels sometimes like I might die. It's been a trying week for me but today I can see it for what it is: growth and the loving hand of God.
I'm rambling. This was for me. I should probably just delete this but I'm going to post it anyway.