whateverillforget
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Hi guys, swim just wanted to share their personal experience with tramadol…
It started when swim was 17, their father in law had an accident and had to use tramadol for the pain,
3 months afterwards while swim's daily life was about smoking at least 2 grams of weed, taking effexor at 225mg a day and xanax to sleep…
Actually the full story started when swim was 14…
Swim didn't have a prescription for the xanax, they just heard about it once and one day
they felt so bad and sad and anxious they decided to go to their mom's room while she was away and look in the drawer where she hides the "just in case" pills.
There swim found a box of xanax 0.5 mg with only one pill taken from it, so they decided to steel one, just to see, 1 hour afterwards swim stole the rest of the first packet,
swim took one everyday for a week than they knew they didn't have enough for the next week, this time they took 2 packets,
a week after they took one more packet.
They ended up getting caught by their mom while she was searching for swims pack of cigarettes, she found both.
She understood swim didn't feel good, in 3 years swim saw 3 psychiatrist and was prescribed seroquel, effexor and occasionally xanax.
Seroquel just made swim feel extremely bad, gave them panic attacks and made them feel sad and tired all the time, which was "impossible" according to their psychiatrist.
Swim had had enough of it and decided to stop taking seroquel, they never had anything coming close to mania or schizophrenia anyway.
At that time swim was 17, they were smoking weed, taking effexor and xanax,
and felt overall sad and anxious all the time, probably because of that guy swim loved whom was just playing with swim…
Swim is a guy too, he didn't know how to deal with the fact that he was gay, he was socially awkward and he was an easy pray for Antony, that guy he loved so fucking much.
Antony was supposedly swim best friend, they had a really "good" relationship except when Antony decided that he had better things to do for his best friend to matter.
Antony knew swim loved him since they met when swim was 14, swim will forever remember that day, it was Wendy's birthday,
it was raining, they took shelter under a little bridge.
While swim didn't take pills yet (a matter of months), they all drank with friends a lot of vodka, swim felt good, everyone did.
Antony decided it was a good idea to start a "kiss contest" (sounds even more ridiculous now), he didn't know swim yet.
So Antony started kissing everyone, then he walked in front of swim and kissed him, not like he kissed the other, it was a real kiss, a french kiss,
a passionate and sensual kiss, his mouth tasted like lemon juice, it was soft damp and literally hot.
When swim opened his eyes everyone had stopped talking and drinking and they were all staring at them, at that moment Antony looked around and said "I'm not gay"
swim should have know from that moment that it was the stupidest idea of his miserable life, yet he couldn't help it, that dumbass fell in love.
So there we are, swim is 17, he is sad, he found a full bottle of dolzam 200mg in his mom's drawer, and started by taking half of a tablet, than he looked on the internet,
and found about "parachuting" so he started crushing the tablets wrapping the powder in cigarette.
The first day he took one, the second he took 2, the third he took 3 and kept it between 3 to 4 dolzam a day.
That stuff made him feel like nothing ever did in his life, nothing came even close, NOTHING, even till this day, swim can't find anything that works as good on his symptoms.
He was able to focus at school, socialize, wasn't anxious, became instantly funny for some reasons and admired by his friends.
He ran out of pills in less than 3 weeks.
Swim is 20 now, he took 15 mg of valium an hour ago, he still takes effexor at 150mg (red pill) a day, and also 62 mg of concerta plus 20 mg of ritalin everyday.
Swim still loves Antony, he still is as anxious and sad as he always has been, he still cry every night, he doesn't talk to Antony anymore yet swim is crying right now,
he misses him, all the time.
That's why swim is thinking about tramadol.
Tramadol is the only thing that ever made him believe he felt good.
Thank you for your time.
It started when swim was 17, their father in law had an accident and had to use tramadol for the pain,
3 months afterwards while swim's daily life was about smoking at least 2 grams of weed, taking effexor at 225mg a day and xanax to sleep…
Actually the full story started when swim was 14…
Swim didn't have a prescription for the xanax, they just heard about it once and one day
they felt so bad and sad and anxious they decided to go to their mom's room while she was away and look in the drawer where she hides the "just in case" pills.
There swim found a box of xanax 0.5 mg with only one pill taken from it, so they decided to steel one, just to see, 1 hour afterwards swim stole the rest of the first packet,
swim took one everyday for a week than they knew they didn't have enough for the next week, this time they took 2 packets,
a week after they took one more packet.
They ended up getting caught by their mom while she was searching for swims pack of cigarettes, she found both.
She understood swim didn't feel good, in 3 years swim saw 3 psychiatrist and was prescribed seroquel, effexor and occasionally xanax.
Seroquel just made swim feel extremely bad, gave them panic attacks and made them feel sad and tired all the time, which was "impossible" according to their psychiatrist.
Swim had had enough of it and decided to stop taking seroquel, they never had anything coming close to mania or schizophrenia anyway.
At that time swim was 17, they were smoking weed, taking effexor and xanax,
and felt overall sad and anxious all the time, probably because of that guy swim loved whom was just playing with swim…
Swim is a guy too, he didn't know how to deal with the fact that he was gay, he was socially awkward and he was an easy pray for Antony, that guy he loved so fucking much.
Antony was supposedly swim best friend, they had a really "good" relationship except when Antony decided that he had better things to do for his best friend to matter.
Antony knew swim loved him since they met when swim was 14, swim will forever remember that day, it was Wendy's birthday,
it was raining, they took shelter under a little bridge.
While swim didn't take pills yet (a matter of months), they all drank with friends a lot of vodka, swim felt good, everyone did.
Antony decided it was a good idea to start a "kiss contest" (sounds even more ridiculous now), he didn't know swim yet.
So Antony started kissing everyone, then he walked in front of swim and kissed him, not like he kissed the other, it was a real kiss, a french kiss,
a passionate and sensual kiss, his mouth tasted like lemon juice, it was soft damp and literally hot.
When swim opened his eyes everyone had stopped talking and drinking and they were all staring at them, at that moment Antony looked around and said "I'm not gay"
swim should have know from that moment that it was the stupidest idea of his miserable life, yet he couldn't help it, that dumbass fell in love.
So there we are, swim is 17, he is sad, he found a full bottle of dolzam 200mg in his mom's drawer, and started by taking half of a tablet, than he looked on the internet,
and found about "parachuting" so he started crushing the tablets wrapping the powder in cigarette.
The first day he took one, the second he took 2, the third he took 3 and kept it between 3 to 4 dolzam a day.
That stuff made him feel like nothing ever did in his life, nothing came even close, NOTHING, even till this day, swim can't find anything that works as good on his symptoms.
He was able to focus at school, socialize, wasn't anxious, became instantly funny for some reasons and admired by his friends.
He ran out of pills in less than 3 weeks.
Swim is 20 now, he took 15 mg of valium an hour ago, he still takes effexor at 150mg (red pill) a day, and also 62 mg of concerta plus 20 mg of ritalin everyday.
Swim still loves Antony, he still is as anxious and sad as he always has been, he still cry every night, he doesn't talk to Antony anymore yet swim is crying right now,
he misses him, all the time.
That's why swim is thinking about tramadol.
Tramadol is the only thing that ever made him believe he felt good.
Thank you for your time.
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