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4 months ago, I relapsed after 4.5 years of sobriety. What started off as a bottle of wine, soon turned into a 4 week long bender. I was totally off the rails. I was blackout drunk pretty much every night. An entire month, I barely remember.

I got sober for the 2nd time in my life, and have been clean for 3 months.

I’ve just become to apathetic towards life. I feel no hope. I just don’t care anymore. For 4.5 years, I did everything right. I was working my ass off, and never missing a day of work. I was exercising 4 days a week, and eating healthy. I was in therapy. I was taking courses at my community college. I was going out and trying to meet people. I was taking care of my disabled sister.

4.5 years and I was doing everything right. Yet, I was going absolutely nowhere in life. I was broke yet working 50 hour weeks. I was tired. I was the loneliest I had ever been. I kept getting denied from nursing school. I was being ghosted by people. I was stood up 3 times by dates. I was looking at the world around me, and looking at my peers, and absolutely confused as to what I was doing wrong.

It felt like I was constantly waiting for things to get good for me. Waiting for what I was working so hard for.

Do you remember those old fashioned delis? Where you’d pull a tab with a number on it, and you’d wait your turn. It felt like I was constantly waiting for my number to be called…but it never was. People were passing me by, and I was waiting for what everyone else had. Purpose. Direction. Love.

And then I just snapped. I had a full blown breakdown.

I’m sober again. 3 months down. I’m back to exercising. I’m still in therapy. I’m still working my ass off…

But deep down, I just don’t care anymore. I don’t feel the yearn anymore. I stopped caring. As long as I’m sober, nothing else matters anymore. I don’t feel the need to push myself anymore. I don’t feel the need to go out and try to meet people anymore. I wake up, go to work, come home, and go to bed. I don’t feel the need to do anything else.

I just can’t seem to get myself to want those things again. Apart of me has the mindset of “you tried for 4.5 years, and it never came. What’s the point in trying again?”. I’m about as apathetic as you can get.

I don’t know if this is normal, or if I’m totally cooked. How do I get myself to want those things again? How do I get myself to feel hopeful again?

Hopefully this didn’t sound like self-pity or whiny. It’s just how I feel

4 months ago, I relapsed after 4.5 years of sobriety. What started off as a bottle of wine, soon turned into a 4 week long bender. I was totally off the rails. I was blackout drunk pretty much every night. An entire month, I barely remember.

I got sober for the 2nd time in my life, and have been clean for 3 months.

I’ve just become to apathetic towards life. I feel no hope. I just don’t care anymore. For 4.5 years, I did everything right. I was working my ass off, and never missing a day of work. I was exercising 4 days a week, and eating healthy. I was in therapy. I was taking courses at my community college. I was going out and trying to meet people. I was taking care of my disabled sister.

4.5 years and I was doing everything right. Yet, I was going absolutely nowhere in life. I was broke yet working 50 hour weeks. I was tired. I was the loneliest I had ever been. I kept getting denied from nursing school. I was being ghosted by people. I was stood up 3 times by dates. I was looking at the world around me, and looking at my peers, and absolutely confused as to what I was doing wrong.

It felt like I was constantly waiting for things to get good for me. Waiting for what I was working so hard for.

Do you remember those old fashioned delis? Where you’d pull a tab with a number on it, and you’d wait your turn. It felt like I was constantly waiting for my number to be called…but it never was. People were passing me by, and I was waiting for what everyone else had. Purpose. Direction. Love.

And then I just snapped. I had a full blown breakdown.

I’m sober again. 3 months down. I’m back to exercising. I’m still in therapy. I’m still working my ass off…

But deep down, I just don’t care anymore. I don’t feel the yearn anymore. I stopped caring. As long as I’m sober, nothing else matters anymore. I don’t feel the need to push myself anymore. I don’t feel the need to go out and try to meet people anymore. I wake up, go to work, come home, and go to bed. I don’t feel the need to do anything else.

I just can’t seem to get myself to want those things again. Apart of me has the mindset of “you tried for 4.5 years, and it never came. What’s the point in trying again?”. I’m about as apathetic as you can get.

I don’t know if this is normal, or if I’m totally cooked. How do I get myself to want those things again? How do I get myself to feel hopeful again?

Hopefully this didn’t sound like self-pity or whiny. It’s just how I feel

4 months ago, I relapsed after 4.5 years of sobriety. What started off as a bottle of wine, soon turned into a 4 week long bender. I was totally off the rails. I was blackout drunk pretty much every night. An entire month, I barely remember.

I got sober for the 2nd time in my life, and have been clean for 3 months.

I’ve just become to apathetic towards life. I feel no hope. I just don’t care anymore. For 4.5 years, I did everything right. I was working my ass off, and never missing a day of work. I was exercising 4 days a week, and eating healthy. I was in therapy. I was taking courses at my community college. I was going out and trying to meet people. I was taking care of my disabled sister.

4.5 years and I was doing everything right. Yet, I was going absolutely nowhere in life. I was broke yet working 50 hour weeks. I was tired. I was the loneliest I had ever been. I kept getting denied from nursing school. I was being ghosted by people. I was stood up 3 times by dates. I was looking at the world around me, and looking at my peers, and absolutely confused as to what I was doing wrong.

It felt like I was constantly waiting for things to get good for me. Waiting for what I was working so hard for.

Do you remember those old fashioned delis? Where you’d pull a tab with a number on it, and you’d wait your turn. It felt like I was constantly waiting for my number to be called…but it never was. People were passing me by, and I was waiting for what everyone else had. Purpose. Direction. Love.

And then I just snapped. I had a full blown breakdown.

I’m sober again. 3 months down. I’m back to exercising. I’m still in therapy. I’m still working my ass off…

But deep down, I just don’t care anymore. I don’t feel the yearn anymore. I stopped caring. As long as I’m sober, nothing else matters anymore. I don’t feel the need to push myself anymore. I don’t feel the need to go out and try to meet people anymore. I wake up, go to work, come home, and go to bed. I don’t feel the need to do anything else.

I just can’t seem to get myself to want those things again. Apart of me has the mindset of “you tried for 4.5 years, and it never came. What’s the point in trying again?”. I’m about as apathetic as you can get.

I don’t know if this is normal, or if I’m totally cooked. How do I get myself to want those things again? How do I get myself to feel hopeful again?

Hopefully this didn’t sound like self-pity or whiny. It’s just how I feel