“Wanting And Not Having”
Wayward boy of a man
Emotionally inexpressible experience, unrelatable and hard to understand
Learning the hard way that the hand that takes
Is the one stuck to his wrist, stapled by the consistent mistakes
Not the ones he curses himself for, quietly, diligently honing his craft
The true crime is self incarceration, a situation common but equally as daft
Passivity praises bad habits, struggling to cope
Splitting axe handles with logs, snuffing, stuffing dope
Fantasy of unreality, embraced wholeheartedly unknown
Because he made his own head hell instead of a home
He doesn’t realize he is being guided by the spirit of The Most High
In reality he doesn’t need the drugs or other addictions to get by
But all the same he gives in, is miserable, and wonders why
He’d sooner blame it on God, rather than introspect
He’d repress the bad memories, than retrospect
He’d sooner make himself forget, than recollect
The past is the key to the present darkness
But he’d rather just build walls and act heartless
Because he’s been hurt, and he’s hurt in return
But how much longer before he acknowledges it, and begins to learn?
He actively resists the constants in the change
And in his own head he is far beyond mild, quite deranged
And as a result sometimes to other people it appears he acts strange
He can’t love
He can’t love himself
But he wants to “love” somebody else
He cannot
He cannot
He cannot
He cannot
Can’t
Can’t
Can’t
Can’t
Can’t
He is all to well aware of what he can’t do on the macro scale
But he ignores the micro every time without fail
He refuses to grow, even having had God show him his blatant flaw
Because resolution is by no means mandatory requirement, demanded by law
He would rather be forced, than force himself
Because he wants to love somebody else
Before learning to love the person in the mirror
He lets it go, lets it get foggy, forgets, memory unclear
He cannot stand that man, he cannot understand
The potential, the actualization for which he would seek
Lies within the man, reflected before him, that he called a freak
The walls are closing in without moving
Because he’s already growing
He won’t realize until he feels choked out
But he’s learning what the source of the neurosis is about
He’s learning how to seek after God
And the sensation of peace is objectively odd
The disease is as strong as the day before
Even dreaming of relapse, he wakes up wanting more
He’s embarrassed, because he knows all too well
That using leads to more using, straight down to hell
He’s there at this very moment, slamming his fists against the prison wall
Clamoring to catch the attention of someone out in the hall
But he put himself there, no one can get him out
He remains stationary plagued by doubt
He put down the substances, but the nature of his addiction is only made more clear
His addiction is to self hatred, and he keeps it close, like a friend he holds dear
He is fractured, a broken mirror of the mirror man
Because he grapples with principalities he still cannot understand
Everything is in its right place, but he’s so damn impatient
He can’t stand to wait for it
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I was talking to a friend who I THOUGHT had an adult ADHD diagnosis about the whole 'maybe Ruth has ADHD???' question and they were like
'oh yeah trying to get an NHS diagnosis is a total bust lol you should do what I did, get a month's worth of ADHD meds from [rich mutual friend with a lot of hookups] and see if it helps!'
and at first I was like ok yeah makes sense that's probably a good chunk of the diagnostic process anyway if we're being real
and then like 5 minutes later I was like oh. hey. are there maybe multiple possible reasons you would answer in the affirmative to 'did taking a daily dose of off-label amphetamines make you feel more energetic and productive?'
so I do think maybe medical supervision might be useful to help differentiate between 'this is treating ADHD, which I have' and 'WHEN I TAKE AMPHETAMINES GET SO MUCH DONE BUT I THINK I COULD UP THE DOSAGE AND GET EVEN MORE DONE.'
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The rehab I went to hosts an open AA meeting every Friday, & while I'm still kind of wary of AA, thanks to a not-great experience with it a previous time I got sober, I'm really excited to be going there tomorrow to get my one year coin. I love that place so much. It saved my life, literally, but it also awakened something in me that I'm grateful for every single day. I truly never felt as alive as I did my last few weeks there & the first couple months after. I wish I'd been able to hold onto the glow longer, but I also know I can find it again, if I follow the right path 🐦🪷❤️🙏
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just a heads up to my recent new followers! i'm a recovering drug addict and i talk about it sometimes. if this scares you off that's ok.
tw: drug talk, face reveal
i don't have a proper mirror to snort off of so i use my driver's license to cut lines because it's important that i look myself in the eye every time i use
i'm trying out something new by boxing my feelings up and embracing all of myself, good and bad
i am who i am, fuck it, here's my face, here's my shame
is it a relapse if i still haven't touched my drug of choice, but i'm doing everything else with impunity? idk. relapse is subjective, recovery isn't linear, blah blah blah.
but the feeling is coming back, y'know? i'm slipping
getting high feels like coming home
maybe i should put my recovery coins away. i don't think i deserve them anymore
i'm not sad. or angry. a little paranoid bc i'm keeping secrets again, but that's all. i don't even hate myself
i think maybe i'm just having a hard time recognizing myself. growing up i kind of knew this was going to happen, but now i'm here and i'm lost :/
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