This is an alternate nickname. For reasons of my own, I would rather not have this linked to my normal nickname. Some of you may guess who I am (even tho I dont post that often) - if you do, please respect my privacy and dont share your suspicions.
Im just posting this because I want to tell someone, and perhaps this story will do some good here.
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Earlier this year, my drug usage started rising. Bit by bit, and I never even noticed it (or pretended not to). It really started the first time I bought meth in bulk (for myself - I had money at the time, and it made better sense economically). Looking back, buying it like that was stupid - I didnt use anywhere near enough to warrant purchases of more than a small amount.
Mid-year holidays from my educational institution came, and with them a whole heap of events, and a whole new heap of friends. I hung around with them more, and since they were users, I lost the moderating influence of my friends of 'normal life'. Dont get me wrong - the friends I made during this time are some of the best, most genuine people Ive ever met. It just wasnt what I needed at the time.
My life went downhill from there. My savings were getting used up, my partner ran out on me, and it got to the point where I was actually preparing to kill myself when someone rang and talking to them changed my mind.
Now, coming up to exams, my grades for most of my subjects are screwed beyond anything I can fix with these exams - I wont be passing most of them. My savings are gone. I have nothing.
On the upside, I have quit meth a couple of weeks ago, having used it virtually every day for about 4 or 5 months. I know how dumb this was... I just didnt have anything else at the time, and it was easy to rationalise (it always is, isnt it).
2 weeks and it still hurts like hell - I feel like curling up into a ball and screaming, but at the same time I feel physically better than I have in ages. Exponentially better. I still plan to never touch whizz again.
Im not posting this in 'the dark side' since, as I see it, the worst is behind me, and Im not crying for help. I just wanted to tell someone (trying to tell someone you used drugs like that is what I imagine trying to tell your parents you have testicular cancer would be like), and I feel better now that Ive typed this.
Please refrain from calling me stupid or abusing me - Im still doing that so much to myself that you may as well save your energy.
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The reasons that I'm posting this here are two.
Firstly, I would like to make a plea that people be willing to look out for and talk with their friends if they think they have a problem. I know for me that the warning signs were obvious. I was reading a few people in IRC a few weeks back discussing how the word 'addiction' is a taboo word in the scene, and I can tell you from experience that is spot on. Telling others in the scene that you have a problem is like telling them you have an infectious disease.
Secondly, I would like to say that if you think you have a problem, then you probably do. If you read my story above, then its pretty obvious I fucked up, but at the time it was easy to rationalise. If you have noticed/suspect it, then your friends and family will be doing the same. Dont fuck around if you get to this stage. Just take a break from the chemicals - it will be much easier than if you keep taking them and stop later.
Thanks for your time, and I hope this does some good for someone out there.
::lowman::
Im just posting this because I want to tell someone, and perhaps this story will do some good here.
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Earlier this year, my drug usage started rising. Bit by bit, and I never even noticed it (or pretended not to). It really started the first time I bought meth in bulk (for myself - I had money at the time, and it made better sense economically). Looking back, buying it like that was stupid - I didnt use anywhere near enough to warrant purchases of more than a small amount.
Mid-year holidays from my educational institution came, and with them a whole heap of events, and a whole new heap of friends. I hung around with them more, and since they were users, I lost the moderating influence of my friends of 'normal life'. Dont get me wrong - the friends I made during this time are some of the best, most genuine people Ive ever met. It just wasnt what I needed at the time.
My life went downhill from there. My savings were getting used up, my partner ran out on me, and it got to the point where I was actually preparing to kill myself when someone rang and talking to them changed my mind.
Now, coming up to exams, my grades for most of my subjects are screwed beyond anything I can fix with these exams - I wont be passing most of them. My savings are gone. I have nothing.
On the upside, I have quit meth a couple of weeks ago, having used it virtually every day for about 4 or 5 months. I know how dumb this was... I just didnt have anything else at the time, and it was easy to rationalise (it always is, isnt it).
2 weeks and it still hurts like hell - I feel like curling up into a ball and screaming, but at the same time I feel physically better than I have in ages. Exponentially better. I still plan to never touch whizz again.
Im not posting this in 'the dark side' since, as I see it, the worst is behind me, and Im not crying for help. I just wanted to tell someone (trying to tell someone you used drugs like that is what I imagine trying to tell your parents you have testicular cancer would be like), and I feel better now that Ive typed this.
Please refrain from calling me stupid or abusing me - Im still doing that so much to myself that you may as well save your energy.
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The reasons that I'm posting this here are two.
Firstly, I would like to make a plea that people be willing to look out for and talk with their friends if they think they have a problem. I know for me that the warning signs were obvious. I was reading a few people in IRC a few weeks back discussing how the word 'addiction' is a taboo word in the scene, and I can tell you from experience that is spot on. Telling others in the scene that you have a problem is like telling them you have an infectious disease.
Secondly, I would like to say that if you think you have a problem, then you probably do. If you read my story above, then its pretty obvious I fucked up, but at the time it was easy to rationalise. If you have noticed/suspect it, then your friends and family will be doing the same. Dont fuck around if you get to this stage. Just take a break from the chemicals - it will be much easier than if you keep taking them and stop later.
Thanks for your time, and I hope this does some good for someone out there.
::lowman::