Just hit my 3 week sober mark and finally past the worst of withdrawal. I have more energy and the feeling of incredible sadness has past now that my serotonin levels have stabilized. I’m back to a normal sleep schedule and I’m getting better every day. Cocaine has taken me so much already — and not just my wallet. After months of heavy, daily use, I hit a low I never thought I could reach. I stopped paying my rent and bills and instead focused on fueling my addiction. I had to leave a job, my work family and the place I’d called home for 10years. Now, I’m starting over at 30 in my parent’s basement and frankly, I’ve never felt like more of a loser in my life. And, no one seems to truly understand that despite knowing all of that, I still crave the high. I never expected life to feel so incredibly dull without it.