Hey, everybody. Conner again.
So as some of you may know, going through a really tough breakup. I struggle with really serious depression, and I also have a pretty addictive personality.
Throughout the breakup, I’ve been trying to better myself to some degree. Meditation, reading a bit more, practicing some degree of self compassion. Good stuff, right?
But I’m really struggling with maintaining my sobriety, and I’m kicking myself pretty hard because of it. I’m puffing on my pen a lot. I’ll be sober pretty much until I have to go to work, then rip on that thing going out the door. Then while I’m at work, couple more puffs. Finally when we’re actually closing the restaurant, all bets are off. I rip on it pretty much as often as I want.
Part of my trying to grow is recognizing that I don’t think I can moderate my usage. And recognizing why my usage is a problem. I use weed as a way of putting distance between myself and the absolutely overwhelming depressive episode I’m in right now. Honestly, the easiest way to justify it is “who would blame you for smoking a little weed in order to NOT think about killing yourself for a few hours?”
When I’m sober, it really is absolutely overwhelming sometimes. The breakup itself is getting easier to accept, little by little. It fucking sucks, and it’s very painful, but if it’s the way it’s meant to be then so be it, I suppose.
But the depressive symptoms…? That’s where it gets unbearable. That constant aching in my chest. The dark chattering thoughts in the back of my mind that I deserve everything I’m going through, that I’ll always be stuck in this darkness, and that the only way out is to end my life. It’s just a really dark place to be in, especially with a breakup on top of that…
I’m kinda kicking the shit out of myself about it though…honestly, my game plan as it stands right now is 1. Move out of the apartment my ex and I shared and 2. Wait til my dad’s insurance reapplies next month so I can go see a psychiatrist and maybe get another therapist to help me. In the mean time, just do what I’ve gotta do to stay alive until then.
It really does get that dire sometimes…I’ve had more than one night where I thought to myself “I am so glad I don’t own a gun because if I did, tonight would be the night I do it.” And the smoking just…it makes it easier to recognize when those dark thoughts arise, and it makes it easier to shut them down…
How much of this guilt is valid self criticism and how much of it is me just being a total asshole to myself…?