I had a previous journal from about two years ago, entitled “Jimmy78’s Recovery Journal”. I have decided to start a new one, as that journal was full of broken promises, half hearted entries, and basically served as an excuse to make me feel better about an issue that I had no true drive to deal with. I hope this isn’t a problem. What started out as a part time hobby as a teenager has turned into a sickness. I am at rock bottom right now with my P addiction and it’s to the point where there is no choice but to stand up to it, fight it, and rid myself of this terrible, soul sucking disease, or I will be past the point of no hope. Problem is, I just can’t seem to beat it.
Bring brutally honest here, P has destroyed me. It has taken over my life to the point where I live each hour either thinking about it, despising it, or binging on it. It’s taken the pleasure out of everyday things I used to love to do; it’s changed the person I am, the way I act, the way I think. I’m moody, depressed, paranoid, selfish; it’s made me more dependent on ever than alcohol and makes me just want to hide from the world. There are days when I go to sleep and hope to not awake. Why? Because I have the opportunity to be living this wonderful life and I simply choose not to. I have a beautiful family, a wife who loves me like the flowers love the sun, a son who adores me and thinks I am his hero. I have a job that I excel at and enjoy. And at the crux of all of this, nobody except one person knows the lies, the deceit, the pain, the sadness, and most of all, the evil grip this addiction has caused. And that one person is me.
At this point, I am losing hope of recovering. The part that eats me the most is that I love my family so dearly; I know in my heart I am a good person, but sometimes I have to question, “why do I continually do this and not even think twice about it?”. My brain is so hardwired from all the P over the years; It’s ruined me. it’s amazing how far I have sank because of it. I need help. I am dying inside, knowing that I am living a life of lies. More than anything, I am sad about the person I have let myself become, and this “double life” I am living. I want one life; one where I can say I am the person that everyone THINKS I am. Right now, I am not even close. It brings me to tears to know the sadness my wife would feel if her hero let her down. More so even, my son – I want to be a father who leads by example, who can be the best person he can be. I am not worthy of being anything to him right now. And that so truly and severely breaks my heart.
I hope this very entry, right now, is the most depressing thing I will ever write. In fact, it’s my promise to all of you, and myself. I need help, I need a plan. It’s time to start now. I have to, I have no choice. I hope I can climb out.
Jimmy
































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