Hey, some background: I'm a 32 year old trans woman living in Europe. Nominally, I have my shit together; I'm married, have a succesful biomedical r&d company, background in biomedical science.
But..
I started doing drugs when I was 17. Mostly lsd, speed; I was anorexic for a while, speed helped there. I took speed all through college, easily passing my classes, using it as a hack for anything; confidence, tiredness, mood, whatever.. just take the next line and you'll be fine, until tomorrow, which never comes as long as you're high. I stayed awake for 5 days at a time... Well, tomorrow is officially here.
Around 2016 I couldn't sustain it anymore, so I transitioned (haha) to ketamine. Ketamine would numb everything. By this time I had enough money and social clout to use as much as I wanted. I worked up a huge addiction telling myself I used it as an antidepressant. I mixed it with cocaine or 3-mmc in the weekends. At this time I opened a (legit) lab and made 3mmc by the kilograms and sold it. I spent my time in a half-delirium most of the time, bullying other people to run my business for me and making 7 figures. I neglected my life in every way. I didn't move, I didn't cook for myself, I paid people to do everything.
My health deteriorated, in 2018 I got a few seizures. I went on diazepam (20mg) which I used daily until this year February. In the meantime I also had a few phenibut addictions in between. I would wake up with splitting headaches and tinnitus and k cramps. My wife would be sobbing on the floor screaming she didn't want me to die. I didn't care, but I didn't want to leave her.
So, for the sake of her I decided to get everything together. It has become a monomaniacal obsession to restore myself. For her. I dropped diazepam to 4mg a day, I don't use ketamine more than once a month. I have used heroin a bit to take the worst moments of benzo withdrawal but never was addicted to it.
I'm at a point where I'm sober most of the time. I cook for myself, I meditate 30 minutes a day. I don't have severe medical issues except gout, and I have an addiction counselor but... I feel like a wreck. I feel *old*. My energy levels are abysmal, I have rare good days but those are exceptions. I barely want to get out of bed when I have a bad day. I hate being sober. I would sell my very soul to feel like I did on speed when I was 18 for all eternity.
I feel stupid. I don't feel invincible anymore, and I feel extremely nostalgic and just wish I could go back in time. Stupid songs from when I was young make me cry. Hell, thinking about MSN messenger makes me cry. All promises I had for my future as a kid have failed. I never learned to live without drugs. I don't fucking know, I don't want to be human (I never did, I'm a transhumanist). What should I do?
But..
I started doing drugs when I was 17. Mostly lsd, speed; I was anorexic for a while, speed helped there. I took speed all through college, easily passing my classes, using it as a hack for anything; confidence, tiredness, mood, whatever.. just take the next line and you'll be fine, until tomorrow, which never comes as long as you're high. I stayed awake for 5 days at a time... Well, tomorrow is officially here.
Around 2016 I couldn't sustain it anymore, so I transitioned (haha) to ketamine. Ketamine would numb everything. By this time I had enough money and social clout to use as much as I wanted. I worked up a huge addiction telling myself I used it as an antidepressant. I mixed it with cocaine or 3-mmc in the weekends. At this time I opened a (legit) lab and made 3mmc by the kilograms and sold it. I spent my time in a half-delirium most of the time, bullying other people to run my business for me and making 7 figures. I neglected my life in every way. I didn't move, I didn't cook for myself, I paid people to do everything.
My health deteriorated, in 2018 I got a few seizures. I went on diazepam (20mg) which I used daily until this year February. In the meantime I also had a few phenibut addictions in between. I would wake up with splitting headaches and tinnitus and k cramps. My wife would be sobbing on the floor screaming she didn't want me to die. I didn't care, but I didn't want to leave her.
So, for the sake of her I decided to get everything together. It has become a monomaniacal obsession to restore myself. For her. I dropped diazepam to 4mg a day, I don't use ketamine more than once a month. I have used heroin a bit to take the worst moments of benzo withdrawal but never was addicted to it.
I'm at a point where I'm sober most of the time. I cook for myself, I meditate 30 minutes a day. I don't have severe medical issues except gout, and I have an addiction counselor but... I feel like a wreck. I feel *old*. My energy levels are abysmal, I have rare good days but those are exceptions. I barely want to get out of bed when I have a bad day. I hate being sober. I would sell my very soul to feel like I did on speed when I was 18 for all eternity.
I feel stupid. I don't feel invincible anymore, and I feel extremely nostalgic and just wish I could go back in time. Stupid songs from when I was young make me cry. Hell, thinking about MSN messenger makes me cry. All promises I had for my future as a kid have failed. I never learned to live without drugs. I don't fucking know, I don't want to be human (I never did, I'm a transhumanist). What should I do?
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