I was asked this last week: When will I know I have hit my rock bottom? I cannot answer this question medically for you but rather give you insight from my own personal experiences. When I was in the midst of my alcoholism I would often look up on the internet the symptoms of being an alcoholic and alcohol withdrawals. I clearly fit the bill but wanted to know more. I wanted to know firsthand what others were going through instead of a medical website telling me what my symptoms were. I wanted real authentic answers.
So, when will I know I have hit my rock bottom?
I knew I hit my rock bottom when I lost absolute control. I was only after that high. Whether it was alcohol, opiates (any opiate), or benzos I craved only that high. The day I hit rock bottom I was lying once again on the bathroom floor dry heaving. I had spent the previous day drinking nips but just enough to get a good buzz. I was involved with a man at the time who was withdrawing from opiates and I wanted to help him. I could not get him any pills, no vicodin or Oxycontin. I could get heroin though. I picked up the heroin and that night I snorted two lines with him. Biggest mistake of my life. I had always thrown up when taking opiates and knew I was allergic to them but took them anyways. I understand now why people get very addicted to heroin. It is an amazing high. Every anxiety, every pain in your body, every torment that dwells within is washed away once the heroin hits. It’s the most incredible high in the world and the most sinister.
I threw up within minutes but the high was so intense that being sick mattered little because I felt nothing. I would proceed to throw up repeatedly. I stayed up all night, it was as if I didn’t want to miss out on the high. I had drifted off to sleep at some point in the early hours of the morning and awoke to what I thought would be my last day on earth. I was sick beyond anything I had ever experienced before. I just kept throwing up and my muscles ached to the point of being immobile. The man I was with offered me to snort another line in the morning thinking it would help. Well, it didn’t, it made matters worse. I remember lying in bed and darkness began to close in on my eyes. I could barely see. I thought this is it, I’m going to die. My son was with his father luckily and did not see me in this condition. I said my goodbyes under my breath and closed my eyes. My breaths were deep and slow. I fell asleep once again. Fortunately, I woke up but only to throw up again. The only thing that saved me was marijuana. Once I inhaled my savior, my illness was relieved and I felt 100% better. But it was just another drug in my system. I needed to break free from using drugs to cure me. A never ending struggle.
This was my rock bottom. Not only was I an alcoholic but I dived into the scary world of hard core drugs. I could not believe my life had come to this point. I knew I needed to get away from my current boyfriend. A man in his mid fifties who could not control his addictions was not a smart choice to have in my life… not to mention he was an enabler. I cannot say from that moment on that I was completely better because I wasn’t… but I was terrified. I had to gain control again over my life and from my experience with heroin I knew I needed to get my life on track. It would take some time to get away from the boyfriend but in the end I eventually did and I am much better off. This was my rock bottom and I hit that pavement hard. Everyone’s rock bottom is different. If you are questioning if you’ve hit your rock bottom, take a peek in the mirror. If you have no respect for the person you see in the mirror you may have reached your bottom.