I keep starting this thread and then not posting it. Now it's 3:30 am and at 2 I was so tired I thought I might sleep but then have spend the last 1.5 hours lying in bed ruminating, my eyes feel like they have sand in them, but I can't sleep.
I went to my first NA meeting tonight. While it was a far more welcoming experience than my one shot an alanon oh so many years ago, I came home and looked at online pharmacy sites. I didn't buy anything, but I really wanted to. 5-day migraine, sleeplessness, panic, nothing has gotten me that close so far. I have known all along that if I had access, it would have all been over by now, that the thought of ordering something and then having to wait for a few days has kept me from ordering something. But tonight, the spectre of having to go on without outweighed the wait. I would just lie. Nobody would know. I wouldn't get hooked this time. I know this is BS, I will get hooked and I don't care. I can't do this.
I have trust issues. This is not news to me. I'm think I know why but knowing why alone hasn't helped. I trust all of you, because it's an easy trust. Not the harder trust of faces. I know not everyone here is group oriented or 12-step oriented, but a lot of you are. And I'm being pushed in that direction by the one non e-person I trust during this (that one person is not myself). But I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone in that room. I know I have to deal with the trust thing, and I am, very intensively. I just don't know if I can conquer that in a group at the same time as this new sobriety, this new non-sedated, fully anxious and social phobic state. And it's not about having to talk and share in front of a group. I do a lot of public speaking. It's the one-on-one stuff. The trust part. Some guy randomly asked me for my phone # and while I'm totally convinced it was not for the "right" reason, I couldn't say no, gave it anyway (my actual phone #, not a fake #, because I'm stupid and a really lousy liar, unless, apparently it has to do w/ why I'm cancelling my family Tgiving plans) and then wanted to run screaming from the room because I now have a stalker (and am world's biggest trauma queen).
Oh, and I'm already on meds. Apparently those aren't enough for crazy.
Anyway, maybe I can sleep now. I've confessed. I'm the only person on earth for whom a 12-step meeting nearly resulted in falling off the wagon. I highly doubt that because if I've learned anything so far it's that I'm totally un-unique.

Karen