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I posted a thread earlier tonight; I am not sure if I am posting these correctly or not but please help me. I am so tired of this addiction over taking my life; I really do need some help. Any

Hello. I am new to this but boy am I glad it is here. I would like to share my story like everyone else.



I began my addiction in 2002 after an accident that left me injured. Over the years it has become so much more than pain relief. I have done so many things I am not proud of at all and I am very embarassed and ashamed. This is the first time I have ever admitted to having a problem. I am taking 10-10mg of Lortab a day and have been for about 3 years. I have stole from my family to get them and go to numerous doctors to get the prescrition filled. I am a therapist so the doctors don't check alot out for the doctor shopping. I have tried many times to reduce my intake myself but it just never happens. I am losing my home to foreclosure and I have lost control of everything; including my two beautiful children. I don't understand how and why I allowed myself to do this to them. I am so scared and nervous; I need some major prayer because I know that God is the only one who can help me through all this and give me the strength that I do not have on my own. I have read others' posts and to be honest with withdrawl stories scare me even more. Any help and advice would be greatly appreciated; and lots of prayer please.

I did call some detox programs this evening but they all want so much money and I just do not have it to pay. Does anyone have any advice.

Hope you have a wonderful day!!!

I would like to say this is day one and Im going sober, but I really dont have any faith in myself anymore. Theres that "yeah, yeah, heard it all before" voice in my head.

I have a great family that loves me I have a wonderful job a beautiful son great friends (that I have managed to avoid the last few months).

I have been drinking very heavily (again) over the last 3 months. Last night I had a bottle of wine, 8 premixed vodkas and 4 premixed burbons (the burbons I took from my flatmates room when she wasnt home and replaced them early thismorning) I only went to bed (at 4am) because I was too drunk to put up a fight when my partner told me to go to bed. I have felt discusting and on the verge of throwing up all day. It is now nearly 5pm and I can feel that feeling again.

I wont drink tonight, there would be hell to pay with my partner, he is at his wits end.

I am going to start taking Naltrexone next week when the approval comes through from my doctor. That has worked before, I was sober for about 4 months.

I think I can do it. Well I kind of have to. I do want to. But there is that voice always there. You know that voice "na, youre a looser, just give up, you cant do it. Just get drunk and forget about it. youre so dramatic. Alcoholic, youre not an alcoholic".

Help. Im so tired.

Im sorry this post is so jumbled. It is to get it out in front of me though. One time I gave up for almost a year. I remember feeling better about everything then. I have to do it again.

I guess, this is... another day 1.

hello, fellows, can someone give me a feedback on the following, i have anew sponsee, who is 65 days clean, he cannot grasp step one, is closed minded, and insists, to skip meetings, with excuses of the meeting is too far away, even though his sister has a car and is driving him around. latelly he informed me that he wants to stop meetings for two weeks to study for an exam, even though he confessed that he cannot study when sobre, he needs to be high on hashish,while he is a herione addict. i know that he has a great denial, and my mind is telling me to let go and donot return his calls, but NA taught me to apologize, especially that the sister has a helarious control, and expects me to solve all his social problems, it is affecting my program , and my temper with other sponsees, i am thinking of asking him to find a new sponsor, would this be tooooo harsh.... i am also taking a new look at steps seven and ten for myself...
have a fine day....cheers form cairo, Egypt

Welcome! You are in the right place! You will find many to both mourn and celebrate with. The support and friendships at SR are strong, compassionate and many.
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Wedding Band

When I married forty years ago, my husband gave me a simple wedding band, certainly nothing fancy, no diamonds, just a thin, gold band, On my 25th wedding anniversary he bought an anniversary ring. Because my aging knuckles are larger than they were in 1968, my original band was no longer comfortable. I placed my new ring on my finger and my original gold band in a small white ceramic container on my dresser.

I am a simple woman. I have never bought myself expensive “jewelry store” bangles, but for Christmas, anniversaries, and birthdays, my husband would buy me a special piece, not because I requested such items, but because he wanted to show his love. On these special days he would present me with a nice necklace, bracelet or earrings. Over our forty years of marriage, I had collected some nice pieces that I wore mostly for special occasions. Through the years I came to recognize the neatly wrapped boxes with my special gifts. I didn’t wear this jewelry that held sentimental value very often, but I loved each piece because it represented a precious tangible reminders of my husband’s love and affection.

Two nights ago, I opened my ceramic jewel box and my wedding band was missing. Admittedly, my mind is not a sharp as it was years ago, but after a momentÂ’s contemplation, I thought that I had better check for my other jewelry pieces. I checked each box; not one piece of my nicer jewelry is left. Gone. All necklaces and bracelets are gone, traded, pawned, or sold to purchase drugs. My supposed RAS raided my jewelry box.

I wrote this note to remind everyone with an addict in the family that nothing sacred to a person who is hooked. They will lie to and steal from anyone.

I have been depressed, so sad and so sick at heart. I can hardly function. My jewelry is just stuff, but my heart is broken because each stolen item was lovingly selected and my trust was violated by my own son.

Addiction keeps on hurting. My counselor is on sick leave from work, I thought that writing of my painful experience might be therapeutic for me and helpful to someone else.

SR Friends, thanks for being here.

I told my husband (who says he wants to quit the codeine) that I was leaving. After not wanting to give me his medicine so I could dole it out to him, he finally did. However, I am not. I am in a confused state of mind. He said if I leave then he wants the fiorinal back. AHHHHH! My gut tells me to continue to look for apts. I'm telling myself the house is materialistic and not a home if no one is happy...anyone know what I mean? The saga continues. Thanks for reading.

I'm lower than low. I drink every night and feel shortness of breath most of the day afterward...my heart pounds during the day at work and I get winded very easily. it is so scary. PLEASE...I need to know if anyone else was overpowered by anxiety. I feel like I'm dying. Thanks.

11 years of clean and sober living!