After the struggle, I finally kicked a 4 something year smoke-and-sniff opiate habit, 'officially/symbolically' on Feburary 26th, 2011. I messed up a couple times since, but i can count those times on one hand. I replaced this habit with cannabis, exercise, meditation, and a new town and, besides those sideways glances, never looked back.
I'm currently getting my undergrad degree in biology, with a minor in neuroscience and an unofficial concentration/strong interest in psychedelic research/therapy. My class load is getting a lot heavier, requiring a lot more time and attention. I really feel I have it in me to do this, to finish and to do something I love with this degree, but the high stress of mid-semester workload is dredging up the junkie.
My cravings are triggered by night. I'm really productive in the morning, without a fleeting thought of getting high. But come nighttime (and winter in the far northeast that means 5pm) I'm squirming in my seat- tense, sweaty, salivating, irritable, and completely unable to focus. Weed and schoolwork don't mix (after two years of trying I'll have to finally admit this.) Yoga/running/meditation are, though indispensable, forms of short-term relief that I can coast on for a little while - but then I crumble under those long nights of tedious monotony. I find myself thinking of my favorite drugs more and more, feeling quite stuck in my journey right now.
I'm not in the same place I was, where some of us are now, and I'm grateful for that. But then there are times like, say, right now... you know what I'm saying.