| Crew1025 |
10-07-2012 07:28 AM |
My (long) Story .....
I will try and keep this as short as I can, please stick with me I really need some advice/help! Ill start with the usual story, I was always chubby growing up, always playing the lose some gain some game. I have been every size under the sun! Then in 2011 I finally decided to join a gym and really get on track, and I did! I worked out regularly, took classes and lost over 50lbs in 10 months. Everything was going great and I had no intentions of stopping, then I got the phone call that changed my life forever. My Mother passed away in her sleep, 2 weeks shy of her 49th Birthday. She had a bad reaction to a medication her Dr put her on and she stopped breathing in her sleep. Its all downhill from here. This news completely destroyed me, I was as close with my Mother as anyone could be, we talked everyday she was my best friend. I was so depressed and emotionally drained I coudnt get out of bed. I lost my job because of it and shortly after I had to leave my apartment. As a result of this I had to move into my Mothers house with my Step Father, this was the worst mistake I made. Being in the house with the constant reminder was more than I could handle, and thats when I started smoking pot, please dont judge, with every hit I took my mind got a little cloudy and the cloudier I got the easier and easier my life became. When I was high all I did was relax and watch movies, my depression wasnt an issue and I was finally able to sleep the entire night, something I was unable to do since I got "the call". I managed to pull myself together a bit, I got a new job and started being social again. Well that didnt last, at this point I am smoking daily and telling everyone that I am fine. Like I said I have always battled my weight and food was always my "go to" when I was upset, needless to say since my Mom's passing I defiantly took comfort in eating. Then when you added weed to the mix my eating got out of control, it seemed to be the only thing I could get me through each day. I would race through work just to get home so I could smoke a bowl and eat, it was the only happy thing in my life. Then things got worse, the new company I was working for decided to "downsize" and I lost my job again, then my Grandmother passed away and then my car broke down. So now I was dealing with another loss of someone I loved dearly, I didnt have 8 hours of work a day to distract me and I was stuck home in my Mothers house all day with no car to get out. Its now been 2 months since I lost my job and my eating and depression are out of control. The further and further I fell the more and more people turned their backs on me, my friends and even my family couldnt deal with me. I was constantly crying, upset, depressed and just sad, one by one people couldnt deal with the mess that I had become. Now here I sit, day in and day out smoking all day, not leaving my bedroom and just eating myself to death. I have gained back all the weight I lost, none of my clothes fit me and i am in a hole so deep I cant see any light at the end anymore. I woke up early this morning and in the moment of being sober I realized how awful I feel about myself. I am thinking about everything I ate yesterday and I am so absolutely disgusted with myself. I have this feeling often in the morning when I wake up after a night of smoking and eating. But then I just smoke more and my problems disappear again for another day. Now I know what everyone is going to say, Stop smoking and get out of the house, go get help, see a therapist call a friend. I know all of these things and I know all of the things that I "should be doing" to get better. But I just cant bring myself to do these things, I really honestly dont want to stop smoking mostly because I dont know if I am a strong enough person to truly deal with the loss of my Mother. I am afraid that if I stop smoking and truly feel these feelings I wont survive it. Can she really be gone? Is this really my life? I keep hoping to wake up to all of this being a cruel nightmare. I had so much going for me, I had a great job, great friends, great apartment and just a good life. Now I am about to turn 27 I live in my dead Mothers basement, all my friends have turned their backs on me and my family has given up on me and I just am feeling like a lost cause. Is there any hope for me or should I just give up already. HELP
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