Yeah, title. I’m tired of being an addict. Literally everyday is a fight not to drink/use and ruin my life and I’m tired of it. Like what, I have 4 months sober and my life has only gotten worse since then. It’s not because I got sober, but holy shit I lose healthcare, I have to deal with the shittiest roommates ever, and I’m not even high enough to not care? And I can’t even sell weed anymore to keep my finances stable. I have to come on here and ask for $30 so I can have a chance at donating plasma every week just in hopes of making my situation better. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about trying to kill myself again recently because even when I was drinking a gallon of vodka a day my life was better than this, and it doesn’t even look like I have prospects of making my life better. What’s the point of being sober when my entire life just rots around me regardless of what I do?

What even happens if I get a better job with more hours, I literally solidify my position of not getting healthcare. And with recent cuts, I doubt I’ll have it next year. Schizophrenia meds + hormones are nearly $100 a month, and that’s literally just the baseline cost of not losing my fucking mind and doing some redacted shit that ruins my life. Like before I was on meds and still on Phenibut. I broke up a Nazi protest and almost ran one of them over, I was inches away from ruining my life and making national headlines that would have lambasted me for doing something fairly reasonable.

Speaking of Phenibut, I’ve been craving it like crazy recently. I’ve been in an auto immune flair up this week and existing has just been miserable, and I can’t take time off without starving and missing rent. Phenibut completely relieved me of all my auto immune issues and gave me energy to work more than part time. I literally became a chef when I was on Phenibut, my life was better when I was on Phenibut and I just have to constantly talk myself out of ordering another tub of it. My life has only gone downhill since I quit, and I’m fucking tired of it. Like this is just my life now, I’m constantly in pain and struggling to get enough energy to do basic human functions and I’m just supposed to be fine with it, like this is how people are supposed to live.

Sorry for the rant, it’s been a really bad week for me. I’m still sober, but I literally don’t see the point in me being sober anymore. I don’t see the point in not ordering another tub of Phenibut and using until I eventually try to kill myself from the suicidal ideation it causes in me. Life just keeps on getting worse and I’d probably be doing better if I was fucked up and just working through it, and it’s hard to accept that doing good for myself isn’t necessarily good for me.