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Shame
I hold back shame tears
as I walk through
the door and
stand in front of
of the white chip basket
The Day 1 basket,
and hate myself.
My message tinged
and I looked at it
for spined minutes
I remembered
how damn strong
I felt yesterday
how affirmed,
and supported,
and cared for
I was
and how much I didn’t
want to feel like
Detox day 1 again
But he ….
I want him.
Like speed snorted
in a dirty bathroom.
I want the him I thought I had.
the fairytale in the magic forest
the snow globe
the crazy, funny, hot, mundane
I want the high
knowing how low
how low
I end up when I come down
and fuck,
he makes me feel so low
Just like any drug
he’s a lie
and just like any addict
I know it.
And crave it anyway.
I’m in love with the idea
of us,
with a version of us
that never existed
outside of my sick hope
and vivid imaginings
In love with the hope
the potential
(the lie)
But I am in love.
And I’m the stupidest smart person
you’ll ever meet when I’m
twisted around on love.
so I screamed venom,
slammed fuck you
and never-contact-me-again
against his chest
as he recreated history
and pulled his
sketchy magic while I watched
and I raged at his existence
and spread him on
the table anyway
pinched his
bullshit into a
small pile to
snort raw
and I rolled around in his voice telling me
how much
I thought
he loved me
as I made a white
mustache and beat my
fist on the table
waiting the the
burn
to turn
to bliss.
waiting for the high to hit.
it didn’t
so I’m here again
Just another junkie
holding back my shame tears
picking up a white chip
before I sit in a seat
and hate myself some more
I turn the chip over
and over
like a magician with a
trick coin
and hold tight to
day 1.
Day 1.
Author's Note
Day 1 no contact.
And… go
And… go
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Re. White chip - day 1 again
1st Jun 2024 2:06pm
Sometimes our version of memories and what existed, may not be what really was.
A person you loved that broke you can be an addiction worse than any drug.
Sending you strength girl - you are a master of expressing emotions.
You find words for the inexpressible, that is a talent.
A person you loved that broke you can be an addiction worse than any drug.
Sending you strength girl - you are a master of expressing emotions.
You find words for the inexpressible, that is a talent.
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Re: Re. White chip - day 1 again
1st Jun 2024 2:10pm
Thank you D-Bear.
I’m going to sit right the fuck here until the shakes have stopped and it’s out of my system. For good.
I love you girl. Thank you.
I’m going to sit right the fuck here until the shakes have stopped and it’s out of my system. For good.
I love you girl. Thank you.
Re. White chip - day 1 again
1st Jun 2024 2:27pm
Here’s to Day 1. The first day of sobriety. The first day of reclaiming beautiful you.
The first day of standing on your own, in your strength with the awareness that there is not a single man or woman on this earth that can make you feel less than because you are not.
And just because you still want to fuck him only means you want to fuck him. Good dick is good dick. It doesn’t say anything derogatory about you. There’s other fabulous dick out there attached to magnificent men. And there’s also plenty of women out there with their own fabulous goodies. You’re good. Nothing wrong with still craving.
Sending hugs your way.
The first day of standing on your own, in your strength with the awareness that there is not a single man or woman on this earth that can make you feel less than because you are not.
And just because you still want to fuck him only means you want to fuck him. Good dick is good dick. It doesn’t say anything derogatory about you. There’s other fabulous dick out there attached to magnificent men. And there’s also plenty of women out there with their own fabulous goodies. You’re good. Nothing wrong with still craving.
Sending hugs your way.
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Re. White chip - day 1 again
This?!
“And just because you still want to fuck him only means you want to fuck him. Good dick is good dick. It doesn’t say anything derogatory about you.”
That’s my next tattoo
He was just good dick.
And there are other genitals out there for me to try out. So MANY. And I’m bi so the genitalia pool is literally everyone.
I can’t explain how much better you just made me feel.
I am never going to be able to thank you for being kind, solid, loyal, pragmatic, funny and just an all-around badass. Ever.
But I’m going to try.
Thank you.
To good dick.
“And just because you still want to fuck him only means you want to fuck him. Good dick is good dick. It doesn’t say anything derogatory about you.”
That’s my next tattoo
He was just good dick.
And there are other genitals out there for me to try out. So MANY. And I’m bi so the genitalia pool is literally everyone.
I can’t explain how much better you just made me feel.
I am never going to be able to thank you for being kind, solid, loyal, pragmatic, funny and just an all-around badass. Ever.
But I’m going to try.
Thank you.
To good dick.
Re. White chip - day 1 again
You're already ahead of the game by realizing that you were in love with the idea of what you thought you had. I'm not saying it makes it easier but if you know it never existed just mourn the time wasted, which should be the real issue because you can't ever get that time back. Even then mourning the time loss is wasting time in the now. Day 1.. let's go. I'm cheering for you on the sidelines.
Oh damn sexy picture btw!
LJ
Oh damn sexy picture btw!
LJ
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Re: Re. White chip - day 1 again
1st Jun 2024 6:07pm
I'm honestly trying to, and the support has helped. You have been amazing, and I fucking adore you.
But you nailed it. This is the end-end, and it's really hard to let go of the ideology that surrounded us. I'm honest in my desire to be totally free of this twisted bullshit, so mourning the time... I think if I can make it through today... I may be able to stop wasting my right now.
Do you know what I'm realizing? It was me. I was the good part of us.
As I reflect, everything good that we had: I made space for us, I kept track of us. I did the work. I negotiated our future. I did the shit.
He just had to keep me settled enough to not notice that he actually sucks as a person.
Thank you for being there, again.
DAY FUCKING ONE!
PS -- thanks. My brother can make anyone look like a movie star. And his husband is a genius with a camera and Photoshop.
But you nailed it. This is the end-end, and it's really hard to let go of the ideology that surrounded us. I'm honest in my desire to be totally free of this twisted bullshit, so mourning the time... I think if I can make it through today... I may be able to stop wasting my right now.
Do you know what I'm realizing? It was me. I was the good part of us.
As I reflect, everything good that we had: I made space for us, I kept track of us. I did the work. I negotiated our future. I did the shit.
He just had to keep me settled enough to not notice that he actually sucks as a person.
Thank you for being there, again.
DAY FUCKING ONE!
PS -- thanks. My brother can make anyone look like a movie star. And his husband is a genius with a camera and Photoshop.
Re. Shame
> Just like any drug
he’s a lie
and just like any addict
I know it.
And crave it anyway. <
Spilling your pain to be read isn't no contact. Its a narcissist's supply. His drug. You're fighting fire with gasoline.
You'll be awhile getting over this mind f*ck.
he’s a lie
and just like any addict
I know it.
And crave it anyway. <
Spilling your pain to be read isn't no contact. Its a narcissist's supply. His drug. You're fighting fire with gasoline.
You'll be awhile getting over this mind f*ck.
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Re: Re. Shame
Ok then. Fuck, AJ, hit me with a truth bomb. Damn.
I see your point. I guess if I’m slitting my wrists with razors made of his lies and bleeding out prettily on the ground … I guess that’s a good show. A good tribute to him.
So yeah. You’re right.
That pisses me off. (Not you, just how fucked up I am over a total douche.)
I’m locked in this shithole where he wins because I’m feeding the ego. Or he wins because I pack my shit and go.
I hate both of those options.
Will you hang out with me while I detox? Will you continue to say true shit? Because I needed that.
And, unless a hapless victim sacrifices themselves as a rebound, I’m going to have to ask my friends to patiently deal with me in my underwear screaming to the sky about this mofo. And I’m going to have to ask them to set me straight when I’m getting delusional.
Thank you AJ.
I appreciate you.
I see your point. I guess if I’m slitting my wrists with razors made of his lies and bleeding out prettily on the ground … I guess that’s a good show. A good tribute to him.
So yeah. You’re right.
That pisses me off. (Not you, just how fucked up I am over a total douche.)
I’m locked in this shithole where he wins because I’m feeding the ego. Or he wins because I pack my shit and go.
I hate both of those options.
Will you hang out with me while I detox? Will you continue to say true shit? Because I needed that.
And, unless a hapless victim sacrifices themselves as a rebound, I’m going to have to ask my friends to patiently deal with me in my underwear screaming to the sky about this mofo. And I’m going to have to ask them to set me straight when I’m getting delusional.
Thank you AJ.
I appreciate you.
Re: Re. Shame
1st Jun 2024 11:29pm
Still haven't gotten my head straight yet, but if you want truth bombs...
"And, unless a hapless victim sacrifices themselves as a rebound..." The simple fact is narcissists are always cultivating new supply on the side. You're not "exclusive." That's not how this whole predator prey thing works.
He doesn't win if you "pack your shit and go." As soon as you start calling the shots in your life, the narcissist loses control - and they're all about control and manipulation. That's their high.
Not trying to be harsh, but if those are your (filtered/AI effect) pictures, it seems to me you could have the pick of the litter IRL or virtually.
"And, unless a hapless victim sacrifices themselves as a rebound..." The simple fact is narcissists are always cultivating new supply on the side. You're not "exclusive." That's not how this whole predator prey thing works.
He doesn't win if you "pack your shit and go." As soon as you start calling the shots in your life, the narcissist loses control - and they're all about control and manipulation. That's their high.
Not trying to be harsh, but if those are your (filtered/AI effect) pictures, it seems to me you could have the pick of the litter IRL or virtually.
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Re: Re. Shame
1st Jun 2024 11:54pm
Thanks, I overshared. I do that when I'm frazzled. I word-vomit. I'll clean that up.
And thank you, but yeah, I know how easily people are attracted to long legs and pretty lips. For a period of time I wanted to be more.
I wanted to really be understood. He pretended to be that person.
Thank you. I needed to hear this. I mean it.
Re. Shame
1st Jun 2024 11:16pm
The first day is always the hardest. And there will be other days just as hard. But there will also be good days, beautiful days that your clean system can now experience in truth. And when you meet "the one", and you will, you'll think back to now and ask. . ."what was his name again?" Give yourself time. Give yourself love. View yourself as someone you truly care about going through this same thing - and however you would comfort them, comfort yourself.
Much love in liberation.
xo
Much love in liberation.
xo
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Re: Re. Shame
2nd Jun 2024 00:00am
You are an amazing human being.
Ahavati. Thank you. You've been a light in my dark night, a rock to cling on when the tsunami showed up.
I do love the idea of being in love, or in heavy like, so I'll try to start with me. Tomorrow I'll wake up and block some shit, and be cool with myself.
Maybe I'll put on some clothes!
XO
Ahavati. Thank you. You've been a light in my dark night, a rock to cling on when the tsunami showed up.
I do love the idea of being in love, or in heavy like, so I'll try to start with me. Tomorrow I'll wake up and block some shit, and be cool with myself.
Maybe I'll put on some clothes!
XO
Re. Shame
Ill echo what AJ said. Ive seen you post a few poems about what you're going through. You're angry and thats your right. Anger is natural. Its not inherently bad. Its about what you do with that anger. How you focus it. It can hold you back if you focus it in the wrong area. In this case, revenge or trying to make him feel sorry for what he lost. Thats not focusing on yourself at all. Its keeping you still tied to him. You cant move on and make yourself better if you are stagnant in the past and he is the past.
Revenge very rarely makes much of a difference in how you feel. You need to pick yourself up. Find your self worth and confidece within yourself. Not through someone else. So that way who are you are is not dependent on someone else. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, everybody makes mistakes. Nobodys perfect. Mistakes serve a purpose. They teach us lessons that we take with us moving forward. My opinion is to focus on Betty right now and love Betty. You do that and you'll have always love cuz the one person that will never leave you is you. The only guarantee.
Im going to say something that may be blunt. Some of the stuff that I have seen comes across as a bit desperate. Desparation leaves you open to being taken advantage of. Bottom line is dont let anyone else determine your worth. You are the only one that has the right to do that. So do it. Determine your worth. Fuck him, fuck her, fuck me, fuck everyone except Betty. Make sure Betty is good, then once you do that, you can worry about the rest.
Not many people havent experienced heartbreak, im sure including you, but we're still here. You're still here. It hurts but its fresh. It gets better. I know thats cliche but it's true. It will get better. You're gonna be ok.
Revenge very rarely makes much of a difference in how you feel. You need to pick yourself up. Find your self worth and confidece within yourself. Not through someone else. So that way who are you are is not dependent on someone else. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, everybody makes mistakes. Nobodys perfect. Mistakes serve a purpose. They teach us lessons that we take with us moving forward. My opinion is to focus on Betty right now and love Betty. You do that and you'll have always love cuz the one person that will never leave you is you. The only guarantee.
Im going to say something that may be blunt. Some of the stuff that I have seen comes across as a bit desperate. Desparation leaves you open to being taken advantage of. Bottom line is dont let anyone else determine your worth. You are the only one that has the right to do that. So do it. Determine your worth. Fuck him, fuck her, fuck me, fuck everyone except Betty. Make sure Betty is good, then once you do that, you can worry about the rest.
Not many people havent experienced heartbreak, im sure including you, but we're still here. You're still here. It hurts but its fresh. It gets better. I know thats cliche but it's true. It will get better. You're gonna be ok.
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Re: Re. Shame
I'm pretty butthurt because I'm bleeding and you called me desperate.
It was two fucking years of my life. I AM desperate.
I feel like the world fell apart. I feel like I lost my only connection to myself. I feel fucking awful.
I'm in fucking shock and detox. It's making me feel like rabid squirrels are trying to eat their way out of my chest. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't run.
The only thing keeping me going is the thought that one day he might, MIGHT, feel an ounce of shit that I felt. And I'm going to get over that fast, because I can't believe I'm posting myself on the internet like this.
It's been three days. Surely I'm allowed to feel like shit and act out for a couple of days?
This poem isn't about revenge, the last one was.
This is about shame.
This poem is about how bad I feel for not being able to shake him off my finger like a booger.
Ew. Wait. I just threw up in my mouth. Oh god. That's a nasty metaphor. Uk.
Thanks for the read.
It was two fucking years of my life. I AM desperate.
I feel like the world fell apart. I feel like I lost my only connection to myself. I feel fucking awful.
I'm in fucking shock and detox. It's making me feel like rabid squirrels are trying to eat their way out of my chest. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't run.
The only thing keeping me going is the thought that one day he might, MIGHT, feel an ounce of shit that I felt. And I'm going to get over that fast, because I can't believe I'm posting myself on the internet like this.
It's been three days. Surely I'm allowed to feel like shit and act out for a couple of days?
This poem isn't about revenge, the last one was.
This is about shame.
This poem is about how bad I feel for not being able to shake him off my finger like a booger.
Ew. Wait. I just threw up in my mouth. Oh god. That's a nasty metaphor. Uk.
Thanks for the read.
Re: Re. Shame
You're angry right now. I get it. If lashing out at me helps. Knock yourself out. Like you said you don't know me and I don't know you. I won't lose any sleep over you tearing me a new one.
The only reason for this comment or my write was becaise I see someone going through some shit and I can relate. Ive been in the same place as you. Ive felt the same thing. That is what this place is about for me and why I post. To maybe help someone else out by them either feeling not alone or finding something to relate to or some different way to view what they are going through. I dont need to know you to understand what out is you feel.
Everything I have said here and there were hard truths the I needed to hear. Taking responsibility for your part in what happened will help you to not make the same mistakes, whatever they may have been. Ignoring anything that may have been a sign of things to come. Its about bettering yourself. Not feeling shame about mistake but owning them and learning from them. Creatimg powe instead of endurimg weakness
Same with what I have presented here. Anything I said has been about bettering yourself. I am not responsible for what other people say in comments. Even though I'm not sure what you mean about beauty and the beast. Im glad you are going to get over hoping he feels what you felt or giving a shit him at all. That's not enough to sistain you. He may never feel that and even if he does its still about him and and his snd his feelings rather than being about you, which your story should be.
Look, you can continue to tear me up if you want . I dont care. You can block me. Maybe at some point something I said may resonate. That is good enough for me and the only reason for me posting anything at all.
The only reason for this comment or my write was becaise I see someone going through some shit and I can relate. Ive been in the same place as you. Ive felt the same thing. That is what this place is about for me and why I post. To maybe help someone else out by them either feeling not alone or finding something to relate to or some different way to view what they are going through. I dont need to know you to understand what out is you feel.
Everything I have said here and there were hard truths the I needed to hear. Taking responsibility for your part in what happened will help you to not make the same mistakes, whatever they may have been. Ignoring anything that may have been a sign of things to come. Its about bettering yourself. Not feeling shame about mistake but owning them and learning from them. Creatimg powe instead of endurimg weakness
Same with what I have presented here. Anything I said has been about bettering yourself. I am not responsible for what other people say in comments. Even though I'm not sure what you mean about beauty and the beast. Im glad you are going to get over hoping he feels what you felt or giving a shit him at all. That's not enough to sistain you. He may never feel that and even if he does its still about him and and his snd his feelings rather than being about you, which your story should be.
Look, you can continue to tear me up if you want . I dont care. You can block me. Maybe at some point something I said may resonate. That is good enough for me and the only reason for me posting anything at all.
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Re: Re. Shame
Dude, we aren't friends.
I'm pretty butthurt about you telling me to take responsibility. The poem is, after all, about shame.
I'm pretty butthurt about you telling me to take responsibility. The poem is, after all, about shame.
Re: Re. Shame
2nd Jun 2024 11:06pm
Thank you adagio.
It was a rough few days, and they didn’t win, but they pulled ahead for a while.
It was a rough few days, and they didn’t win, but they pulled ahead for a while.
Re. Shame
3rd Jun 2024 4:49am
Dear B,
This made me think why “we” collectively speaking always shoulder the fallout for the crap a narcissist litters? If it wasn’t so heartbreaking it would be hysterical. But it’s heartbreaking and infuriating and this poem shines a huge spotlight on human behaviors. The call and response between having human feelings and none at all. I think this piece is such an important part of personal healing even though, on the personal side, you have nothing to be ashamed about. It’s the way in which you brilliantly depict it because it’s so relatable. H🌷
This made me think why “we” collectively speaking always shoulder the fallout for the crap a narcissist litters? If it wasn’t so heartbreaking it would be hysterical. But it’s heartbreaking and infuriating and this poem shines a huge spotlight on human behaviors. The call and response between having human feelings and none at all. I think this piece is such an important part of personal healing even though, on the personal side, you have nothing to be ashamed about. It’s the way in which you brilliantly depict it because it’s so relatable. H🌷
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Re. Shame
I couldn't read all these comments. All well-meaning, of course, but Jesus. You're a fucking addict doing what fucking addicts do. And you will continue to be an addict until you stop being.an.addict.
And you can't reach waaay-deep down within and find those elusive bootstraps and magically pull yourself out of the La Brea Tar Pit of Ain't-It-Awful.
Yeah. It's fucking horrible. I know. Been there, done that, got sticky feet right now as it happens.
So, since we can't do the big heroic stuff, let us concentrate on something small. Try...making the bed. Making the bed perfectly, as though Jesus or Krisha or Inanna was gonna show up for a snooze and you wanted to show some respect. Just do that. Very slowly very carefully, getting everything just right, watching what you're doing, being there with it, realizing that somewhere along the line an image will eventually appear of a door marked "DO NOT OPEN."
Open it.
Peek inside.
Finish the bed.
Tell no one what you've done.
Offer it up to the weakest god/S within you.
Whisper, "Let it be so."
Write a poem about what you saw, sensed,felt, feared when you cracked that door and peered inside. There, there will be your challenge, the Hero's Journey which you must travel or your current path will continue to eat you alive.
Transform through the suffering.
You are called to something far more magical than the most magical thing you've ever written. It has your name written all over it. But it does not come cheap. You have to give up your shit, your kuka'e, your it-don't-work-anymore. The round hole gotta stop romancing the square peg cuz IT JUST DON'T WORK ANYMORE.
And know you're not alone.
You see how many people love you, Betty? I call your comments, "Bettys." As in, ya got a Betty so shut-up and take the W.
I've got a bunch of Betty's. More than once they've taken me through sleepless nights.
Now you got another whatever from me.
Rarely have we seen a person fail, Betty.
mrd
My first 12-step meeting was at the old Pier 12 in Honolulu, 1973. I've been to literally thousands of meetings since then. I'm gonna count this one as...one more. For someone I adore.
My name is Mr D. I am an addict.
And you can't reach waaay-deep down within and find those elusive bootstraps and magically pull yourself out of the La Brea Tar Pit of Ain't-It-Awful.
Yeah. It's fucking horrible. I know. Been there, done that, got sticky feet right now as it happens.
So, since we can't do the big heroic stuff, let us concentrate on something small. Try...making the bed. Making the bed perfectly, as though Jesus or Krisha or Inanna was gonna show up for a snooze and you wanted to show some respect. Just do that. Very slowly very carefully, getting everything just right, watching what you're doing, being there with it, realizing that somewhere along the line an image will eventually appear of a door marked "DO NOT OPEN."
Open it.
Peek inside.
Finish the bed.
Tell no one what you've done.
Offer it up to the weakest god/S within you.
Whisper, "Let it be so."
Write a poem about what you saw, sensed,felt, feared when you cracked that door and peered inside. There, there will be your challenge, the Hero's Journey which you must travel or your current path will continue to eat you alive.
Transform through the suffering.
You are called to something far more magical than the most magical thing you've ever written. It has your name written all over it. But it does not come cheap. You have to give up your shit, your kuka'e, your it-don't-work-anymore. The round hole gotta stop romancing the square peg cuz IT JUST DON'T WORK ANYMORE.
And know you're not alone.
You see how many people love you, Betty? I call your comments, "Bettys." As in, ya got a Betty so shut-up and take the W.
I've got a bunch of Betty's. More than once they've taken me through sleepless nights.
Now you got another whatever from me.
Rarely have we seen a person fail, Betty.
mrd
My first 12-step meeting was at the old Pier 12 in Honolulu, 1973. I've been to literally thousands of meetings since then. I'm gonna count this one as...one more. For someone I adore.
My name is Mr D. I am an addict.
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Re: Re. Shame
16th Jun 2024 11:39pm
I love you so much.
You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege to rub minds against
Thank you D
Me too.
You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had the privilege to rub minds against
Thank you D
Me too.