Meth: a Ticking Timebomb Gone Viral

One Day at a Time

I have to admit, today I am struggling. In fact, not just today, but for the past week or so. Thoughts of using have come worse than at any time during the last five months. The disappointment and stress caused by the realisation that my trip to Thailand is kaput, not having a single day off being a caregiver for thirty-seven weeks, constant noise from neighbours, aircraft, traffic and barking dogs, is all getting on top of me.

I am loath to complain...realising just how fortunate I am to be alive, to live in a country like Australia, where we are spoiled in so many ways. To have my health and financial security...things I do not take for granted.

I suppose I should look at things with a better perspective...but in saying that, I should give myself some slack and allow myself to have a bad day.

I am looking forward to getting back to my group meetings (they begin again next Tuesday), where I need to talk about this increased urge to use drugs. It is like a pattern...eight weeks is when my resolve to remain sober begins to wane, and my addiction, sensing this weak point, comes in to try to claim me back. I've been told everything about what will happen if I fall. I understand every aspect because I've been down that path more times than I care to remember, but it is of no solace when everything seems to be going wrong, and the only crutch I have ever known is no longer an option.

Never mind...I will get through this. I don't want to lose all that I have gained over the past four months. So, I guess I will feel sorry for myself tonight, and in the morning, after a good night's sleep, hopefully, I will shake this feeling off, and get on with it...one day at a time.