The Last Day I Used Drugs 2017 edition.

This week marked 19 years since I quit using drugs. I had planned this elaborate post outlining all the horrors that drug use brought me that I was going to share with you. Then, the strangest thing happened. I went out on a long walk around the city I love with a new friend. When I got home, I was simply too happy to take myself back into that place.

Depression is a comfortable sweater for me. Only there are times when I really want to change my clothes. I took off all those layers of anxiety and that veil of sadness a few times this week. I have to say, it felt REALLY fucking good. There are many days over the past 19 years when I have wondered if my brain will ever recover from the damage I did to it. Between the heroin, the crack, the 4-6+ days up on amphetamines, to the copious amounts of benzos, I have feared for my long term sanity. Getting together and talking to another person who has the same issues made me feel like I am not so isolated. In fact, there ARE people who want to be around me. I just shut them out because I am afraid of being hurt or somehow unworthy of affection. It is a vicious cycle of self doubt. For whatever reason, I really spent some quality time with quality people this week. I realized my world is a small as I allow it to be.

I get asked alot- why don't you just put all this behind you? The truth is that I can't forget it. The reminders are there every single day. First of all, I have abscess that are on all my limbs. Between that and the collapsed veins, their is more than enough physical evidence that using was huge part of my left. Second of all, I am a convicted felon. This impacts my freedoms. Third, there are no pictures of me from my senior year of high school to my first year clean with the exception of police booking photos and the movie "Black Tar Heroin: The Dark End of the Street". Finally, the vast majority of my friends are dead. Writing and talking about them keeps them alive.

I don't have a gory tale this year. Don't worry, I have plenty stored for next time!


Comments

  1. IlleMarch 3, 2017 at 8:48 PM

    Simply wriitten and as usual, powerful and touching. Thank you for sharing, Tracey <3

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  2. ClammzMarch 3, 2017 at 9:31 PM

    This was such a good, sweet read. Im happy to have read that and feeling a little more confident in the future. Hope you have a good weekend GURL!

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  3. AnonymousMarch 3, 2017 at 9:36 PM

    Yet far, far more people love you now, Tracey.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 3, 2017 at 10:41 PM

    Your story is very inspiring.

    Love you Tracey.

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  5. UnknownMarch 4, 2017 at 5:45 AM

    A little glimmer of positivity this morning. I need it. I think today is going to suck and I'm teetering between good and bad thoughts.

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  6. UnknownMarch 4, 2017 at 5:12 PM

    As others have said a great read. You sound strong and peaceful, glad for that.

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  7. louis365March 18, 2017 at 8:01 PM

    19 years....wow, when you say it like that. Where does the time go...

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