My story is that I'm an alcoholic and a drug addict, and I feel utterly alone. I'm in a bad way financially, so I can't afford rehab. I don't have a lot of friends (or any really). My family is....well, let's just say I pick up the bottle(s) even more having been around them. I'm not saying it's their fault, but they are so judgmental. I mean, my god, as long as I look good, my mother could care less how drunk I get, my sister merely gossips about it, and my brother hasn't bothered to talk to me in years.
I know I should go to AA or something like that, but I'm an addict for like 18 years. It's just one drug after another...I just want to know that there is some compassion, hope, empathy and understanding out there for me because I know if I keep up what I'm doing, I'm going to die, and the really scary thing is, that's Ok. Has anyone been this low?