Hey, all. Conner here.
Having a really tough day with my sobriety. Losing my fiancé lit a fire under my ass to quit smoking, and I’m 30 days in.
But today is beating me down. I’m anxious, I’m depressed, I’m just a mess right now. I have no motivation to better myself, I’m even having a hard time justifying quitting. That dangerous nihilistic thought process of “fuck it, you’re gonna be in pain forever anyway, may as well enjoy your smoke.”
It hurts so much to come home to my apartment after work, 1:30-2:00 in the morning, and not just immediately fall apart and cry hysterically.
It’d be so easy to relapse, but it’d hurt my future. On the other hand, I’d give anything to not feel this pain.
I’m telling myself that I’m finally walking on the path of self discovery and self respect, but it feels so terrible walking this path. It hurts. Constantly. Nothing feels like it matters anymore. I have no idea how bad I would feel if I came home to a truly empty apartment, without my sweet pitbull Stella. She’s such a good dog. She’s the only rock I’ve got anymore.
What should I do tonight, rather than swing by a corner store and relapse…? Should I just go home and cry and feel for as long as I need to…? Do I try and keep myself distracted on productive things…?
I just don’t know what to do with this pain. Sitting with it is so hard.
Edited for clarity: when I say smoking, I mean marijuana. I’ve had an enormous dependency problem for the last five or so years and it kinda culminated in losing someone who I truly believed was the love of my life. Having a really hard time with that.