RickWC,
Thank you for your kind words... I think you give me too much credit, tho... I am not that special. Just extremely desperate and determined to get this evil, mind and emotion numbing drug's influence out of my life.

When my 19 year old daughter said to me last spring, "you don't care about anything anymore, do you, Mom?" That truly hit home with me.
Some way too personal history will help you understand better:
In 2007 I battled and won my personal war with a 20 plus year meth addiction...My motivation? My daughters! My first born was 15 then, and I saw that time was running away from me while I concentrated on getting high...I didn't know who she was, or wanted to become and in a few short years she would be moved out, off to college and living her dreams... I refused to allow that to happen and have me still not know who she is. So, I went to my mother, and $15,000 (and tearful confession/heart to heart with her) later I was receiving treatment.
If I can beat meth, I can beat anything!
Well, when she said that to me last spring I realized time was running again, while I stood looking the other way... zombified on cymbalta this time!! I knew that time was shorter than ever... And time is all gone now, she moves away to California after this semester is over, and we have one last (for the time being) Christmas as a family together. She is off to get married, and go to school on the coast. This and the fact that my youngest daughter was beginning her high school career and I know she needs me 100% there, present in the moment, for every moment possible to guide her thru it.
These reasons and past experiences are what MADE me just bite down hard, swallow and just do it. My responsibility to those two kids is way more important than any personal hell I may be wanting to wallow in! I have plenty of time for that coming in a few more years when they are both grown and gone... By no means is it easy, and I felt like I wanted to die, or was dying slowly and would never ever feel good again..still do - ALOT. In fact, when I am on here now, it is when those seldom good spells are in effect, and things are lit with optimism...
But, as I said in my post on 11/12, the loneliness is crippling. Most of the time I feel like if I didn't have my girls, I would have probably found a way to die long before now.. I have been slowly trying to kill myself since I began using meth in my late teens...guess I'm too much of a coward to do it the quick and decisive way. "Git "er Done!" lol Seriously though, I am off the drug, and the physically painful symptoms have lessened enough to not handicap me in the physical sense...that took just under two months to come about.... but felt like a decade! But, even so, I am not rare, or special...quite the contrary... I am a run of the mill addictive personality and I know it. I was in an especially bad emotional hell when I started the drug, held out such high hopes for it to work, which it did - for about a nano-second, then it but me in a waking coma of sorts..zombie, auto pilot, lights on but hamster died on the wheel, ummm.. couple of bubbles off plumb?! After my kid's comment smacked me awake, I halved my doses from 120 down to 60...(almost got evicted because of my rages I directed at landlord and neighbors)... that was two to three weeks of murderous rages and inability to control myself at all..then went for about 4 or 5 months on 60. So, when my pills ran low and no RX for more, or coverage to pay I steeled my mind for the coming roller coaster ride, started the every other day thing for 3 weeks (I DO NOT RECOMMEND THIS!!) and then, threw the last two or three pills away and went cold turkey... I struggle not to hate myself, have terrible self esteem, if any at all... and am most of the time, if not lonely sad and depressed, then I am angry irritable and short tempered. Sprinkle this with the occasional brief episode of optimism and ...well, I don't want to say happiness, but feeling happy for a time?...and there you have me!
I figure it is better to feel - anything, even bad - than to feel nothing at all. and I have resigned myself to a lifetime of varying levels of misery..I go thru the motions, and make like everything is great... it's not, not really, not deep inside when you're alone and all you can hear is the constant barrage of negative self talk and overwhelming loneliness... I don't feel worthy of love and companionship, very rarely have I felt that like I was in my whole life. But, despite all this, I have a responsibility to two souls I created and brought into this effed up world. A responsibility to do everything I can to help them be more, do better, achieve more ability to find peace in themselves, and succeed in this world, to be happy just as themselves, to not have a black hole of need in their core that colors their whole life black... if I can send them into the world better equipped and more whole than I ever was, well then, I will consider my life to not have been a waste.
Really super scared that in another 4 or 5 years, when both girls are gone that I will just completely give up, fall apart and self destruct somehow. SO, I am trying now to busy myself with things to add to me..I too have a full time job now, found it just after the p/t job started - working four 10 hr days. That occupies half the week.. The other half I write- alot. I journal, blog, and am looking at school to learn writing skills and get better at it.. I like writing, so, why not... I just want to have something to look forward to that is separate from "Mom Me" so I don't call it quits when they're gone
Wow! this is a lot longer than I intended.. I do tend to ramble! Tiredness does not help either...Most nights I only sleep 3 to 4 hours if lucky.. and its been sevral nights since I got even that much..
Thanks again for your words, I just want the picture people get of me to show both sides of the coin. This is the side that predominates right here.
My closing quote this time is especially appropriate:
"I'm nobody, who are you?"
Emily Dickinson
I am still working through all of this crap, just like the rest here. Not special, honest.
Good Night All,
Sleep well,
Neveragin