I’ve tried recovery countless times, but each time I failed and relapsed. I don’t know what to do anymore. It hurts so bad, I can’t breathe. I tell myself I have no real reason to feel this way because I have all the support I need, but it doesn’t help if I don’t know how to trust anyone. Every best friend I’ve ever had has left me more broken than before, so I’ve given up on having friends. I tell myself that the people I call friends are my friends so I’ll feel less alone. I pretend to trust them, but I don’t. I tell people things to make them think I trust them, but I’ve come to realize trust is more than just what you tell people. The people in my “close” circle know just about everything I’ve been through but I don’t trust them. I just tell them so I don’t feel like I’m living a lie. It’s so lonely. The closest person I have to a friend is my Spanish teacher, but she can’t be my friend.
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I don’t think relapsing is failing, I think it is to be expected.
I think the mistake addicts (including myself) make is to reset the clock when they fall off the wagon.
Every day you spend not engaging whatever behavior it is you’re addicted to is cause for celebration. They should all count, even if you have since relapsed. Because they are practice. Practice of the skill of being clean.
It’s like if you skipped gym one day, it would be absurd to restart your workout plan from scratch the following day.