Haven't been here since January. Finally kicked my painkiller addiction to the curb, but of course I struggle with keeping the addiction at bay day after day. Oddly I wasn't horribly insulted by two family members and made homeless for a week until after I kicked the addiction. My aunt used to be one of the dealers of mine - yeah, I know it's fucked up - and she can't stand that I'm clean. So she's harassing me at work, giving me shit, etc. I've turned to alcohol to keep my mind off things, which I know isn't the brightest idea. I go to therapy now, but even though I manage to pay all my bills now, and finance the shitty camper of my brother's I live in by paying rent/utilities etc., I'm still depressed. I really don't feel like I accomplished anything by kicking my painkiller habit, even though I know I have - paying bills, for instance, which I've never managed to do because I was addicted to painkillers for five years and I'm only 20 now - but yeah. I'm back now. Cause I'm close to losing it. ETA: Oh, and I'm struggling with bulimia issues, yay! That, on top of the alcohol, has had my blood sugar levels as low as 60 (diabetes runs in my family, so I checked my blood sugar via a family member, because I kept near-fainting at work.) Basically I am slowly killing myself. And I'm okay with it. So that's why I'm here.