Hi folks. This is very new to me. I have never been on a forum before. But I really need some peeps! My story is much too long to go fully into. So short version, I am a recovering ICE addict. Wow. That’s fun to say, or type rather… in black n white huh.
18 months I had been using, daily and smoked a lot.
My partner had hidden an ice habit from me for a year prior to me joining his party

A lot of crap went with that obviously and instead of me dealing with and working through the things I was feeling, I burried it all, with drugs. It worked, for a bit. Made me forget about that pain. But also kept me stuck in that cycle where I did not want to feel those things, nor deal with them, nor face anything. And round and round I went! He turned into a completely different person, he lost us our house, our business, our money, our cars, our private school education for our kids, our friends our family. EVERYTHING. He lost the kids, they hated him. He lost my trust. He hurt me. He went to jail.
I didn’t stop. I stepped into my own, and kept on suppressing everything that I needed to face. Perpetuating that vicious cycle. Use to numb it, hate yourself for using, do stupid s*** whilst high, hate yourself some more. Want to make things better, start to not be able to look at yourself in the mirror out of disappointment and disgust. Use some more. Let your kids down, quick don’t feel that… use some more. Until I can’t even recognise who I’ve become.
He got out. We were together. (10+years btw) but I never quit, and he started again. Same things happened. He’s back in jail. This time, I quit. I went cold turkey, HUGE for me, as I get the most killer withdrawals. I stopped! For two weeks. Then got on again. Wasn’t even mad at myself. I didn’t care then. Used for a week. And stopped again. Went 8 weeks with nothing. That’s massive for me. Started thinking so much clearer and things were more normal, it wasn’t as scary as I’d thought. Then, used again. Just cos I could. Why?
Think I had to prove, stupidly, that I could be an occasional user. Pfft. No. I’m an addict. I will never be able to do that. And realistically, nor do I want to.
Had three weeks break. Then go on again. Major regret. Major emotions. Also a lot of crappy side effects so it’s all been terrible. And the emotions of being this, this disgrace (how I feel) this let down colossal fk up. This woman who has let her kids down so much, let herself down. I’ve become someone I don’t recognise. I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m certainly not the me I was before I picked up that first pipe. She’s dead. Honestly, too much has transpired to ever go back to that version of me. But I’m lost. I’m broken. I am so confused, conflicted, sad, depressed, fortunately I am no longer in the mindset of wanting to self harm badly.
That’s a very big plus. But I am hollow. I feel empty, I walk around going through the motions. But even then, I am not going through the motions of the me before, the good Mum, the business owner, the respectful one. No no, I go through the motions of bare minimum. I feel so selfish. Yet it’s not purposeful. I can’t seem to get it together. And I’m afraid. I just want to not be an addict. I wish I never became this. I don’t know who to talk to or who to get help from. I just get annoyed with people who have never been there trying to counsel me.
I’ll wrap it up there. Sorry if it’s all over the shop. I’ve been through a roller coaster today.
I really need some support, and a safe place to openly talk. Thanks for reading.
