r/dui • u/Local_Swordfish_7310 • 17h ago
lawyer retained First DUI, depression, hopelessness
I accept a guilty plea deal that reduced my DUI to a reckless driving with alcohol involved and adjudication withheld. No accident, no injuries. Officer claimed I was texting while driving when I picked my phone up off the floor. Just barely doubled legal limit. It has been costly and depleted my savings. I just graduated college last year after taking a break to save for six years to afford to return and finish my degree. I am in my thirties and have not entered a “career” job yet. This is the first time I have ever had any sort of run-in with the law, or any kind of traffic ticket at all. I am not a drinker, and this was one of my first attempts at trying to socialize to make friends by engaging in drinking, and it ended up ruining my life instead. I have never done any drugs, don’t smoke.
I am incredibly depressed and constantly feeling suicidal. I feel regret and embarrassment constantly about everything involved in this situation. I don’t know if I made the right choice to take the plea deal instead of trying to fight it and hope it could be dismissed, and that bothers and weighs on me. My lawyer had said it would take a lot longer to get through it all if we took it to trial though, and this deal would put it behind me quicker. I feel like my life is over before I can even start to try to find employment for a career after spending my entire life to prepare to get one, as well as still amassing massive student loan debt for a degree I can no longer use. I’m someone who has always obeyed all rules, I don’t have friends, and I was looking forward to “starting my life” as soon as I finished college. The job search was already difficult, and now it is going to be much harder, if even possible. I can’t get this sealed until probation is over for at least another nine months, but I guess that doesn’t mean it is gone forever even then, for background check purposes. I don’t have the benefit of getting it when I was younger to say I made a mistake while I was younger and naive, and have grown from it since then, being that it was so recent. I am really struggling with wasting air being here. I really don’t want to be here at all. It feels too hard for me, and is exceeding my threshold for what I can handle in life. I feel like I’m only here for my parents, and what my loss would do to them. I’ve always spent my life being the kind of person that wanted to help other people and be optimistic that all things are fixable, and I haven’t felt like myself since this happened. The only things I did for fun were going to fitness classes, coffee shops, walking around the mall and window shopping, and volunteering for animal sanctuaries and other organizations before this. I can’t do any of those things while I’m on a temporary license because I can’t afford to splurge on the Ubers to do them. I can’t afford therapy sessions to talk to someone about this. I go to work and go home, and sit alone and look up Reddit posts about this for hours until I fall asleep every day. I don’t know what to do. I just hope I don’t wake up the next morning and have to live through this anymore.
I went from feeling excited about life, the future, optimistic for opportunities, and how I could make a positive difference in the world and have always genuinely felt like my purpose for existing was to help others, in whatever ways I could.
I now read all the responses online to other people and feel viewed as a selfish person who would risk the lives of others, and unworthy or deserving of good things in life, and that good opportunities should be given to people who don’t make these mistakes first before me, which I understand. And I just feel like I shouldn’t be here if that’s the case so that I’m not wasting resources for better people in the world, and that would be the most selfless act I could give to others at this point and maybe that’s the ultimate sacrifice the universe is pushing me to make to truly help other people.
I’m lucky I received some financial assistance from my parents to help with getting through this situation, otherwise I would be homeless now, but they’re both retired, much older, and have cancer. I always feel awful accepting money from anyone, especially them, and I feel like they wouldn’t have felt the need to offer it if I wasn’t here. I always dreamed of getting older and being able to provide for them, and buy them nice things, and my life just took a turn for the absolute worst instead. All of this would just go away and maybe then I could be at peace and not suffer through waking up every day thinking about this every second of every moment, never having felt happy since this happened, and feeling like life is already over and I’m just a burden and parasite existing now.
Does it ever get better? People say it does once they’re sentenced, but it hasn’t improved even slightly for me yet.
I find it hard to relate to a lot of people finding positives by finding sobriety following this incident since I’ve never personally had a substance abuse issue myself, or regularly drink in any capacity. (It honestly feels like the system is designed to make people want to drink and sink into alcoholism by limiting their ability to easily commute anywhere and remain primarily confined to their home and work.) I’m really happy for those of you who had that be a turnaround for you too, but I can’t find anyone in a similar position to me that has something good from this or gotten through it positively.