Why_Continue
Greenlighter
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- Mar 15, 2015
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Hi, what was about to be a quick post turned into a rant.
How to start?
Where to start?
I want to die.
I post here because many of you know what's addiction and what's to use drugs to cope with your life.
I'm a relatively successful guy. Built my business from scratch. Went from leaving with my parents and having no money to having not to think about money anymore and buy whatever I want. Everyone sees me as a successful guy, nice guy, and happy guy. What else can you ask when you have money and your only worry is to check the daily income reports, right?
Right. I'm addicted to tramadol. It's bad. Really bad. This shit is eating me from the inside. I'm becoming addicted to benzos if I'm not already. I think EVERY mother single freaking day about killing myself. Not one single freaking day passes without the thoughts. They creep on me and the worst is that I want to kill myself.
Actually I take that back. I want to kill all the shit that is killing me. Addiction, loneliness, not seeing a future without drugs. I can't live without tramadol. I also do stupid shit on it.
I'm bipolar. I know that because I started taking tramadol to bring me down from my sad days. It worked like magic.
Why do I post this? Because it keeps the suicide thoughts a bit away if I type.
I don't want to die. I have so much to give to society. I want to give and do and create. I give and I don't ask for anything back. I want to build a better world. But I don't see this as a future without taking the same shit that is eating me inside.
I cannot stop taking it. The withdrawal is fucking awful and I cannot take days off.
Successful guy, happy, motivated, bla bla . Take away my tramadol and I will lay on the floor punching it to try to relieve the pain. I'm nothing without tramadol. NOTHING.
I'm only writing this to express what I'm feeling. I know the whole don't write threads telling people you're going to kill youRself. I really don't want to kill myself but I doN't see any other way out.
Every single day I imagine myself jumping off a cliff. I can recreate it all in my mind. Even the exact time I hit the water and die. But I don't know what's on the other side. Do you?
They say that someone who loves you will be on the other side to guide you to the doors of heaven. I want my grandmother to guide me.
I wonder if all my pain will go when I die. Will I feel anything?
You never know, The guy who seems all happy on the outside may be dying on the inside. Nobody knows. Nobody knows the pain that you suffer inside. Loneliness, addiction, coping with life, not seeing a future despite I can have that future.
Who am I without drugs? I don't even remember.
I've self medicated with tramadol to fix my mental issues. Oh, how I'd love to go back to th times where 100 mgs would have me loving the world. Now I take 800 mgs just to not go and kill myself.
The worst part of the tramadol withdrawl is the intense suicide ideation. I read somewhere on a research paper that tramadol users on withdrawal have extremely high risks of suicide. Well, no shit, huh?
I can kill myself and kill all my pain. Or I can face life like I am doing and see that not only am I using tramadol to not go into withdrawal, I'm using it because I used it to cope with life.
I am not a bad guy. I want a better world for everyone. If I kill myself I will make the world turn into hell for my family. Can you imagine that your son kills himself and you didn't even know he was so bad into his addiction and mental health.
It's easy to hide the pain from the outside. But the pain from the inside. Oh, the pain from the inside.
If there's anything that I can recommend to anyone is to not use drugs as patches in your life and in your brain.
I've cried as I type this. I cried when I thought of my family.
I once had a near death experience in a car accident. I knew I was about to die. My body tensed up and like a flash I saw al my family and all my life pass by. It was like I had acknowledge that I was going to die and wanted to remember my loved ones before dying.
There's no way out.
I apologize for the rant. I just needed to let it out somehow.
How to start?
Where to start?
I want to die.
I post here because many of you know what's addiction and what's to use drugs to cope with your life.
I'm a relatively successful guy. Built my business from scratch. Went from leaving with my parents and having no money to having not to think about money anymore and buy whatever I want. Everyone sees me as a successful guy, nice guy, and happy guy. What else can you ask when you have money and your only worry is to check the daily income reports, right?
Right. I'm addicted to tramadol. It's bad. Really bad. This shit is eating me from the inside. I'm becoming addicted to benzos if I'm not already. I think EVERY mother single freaking day about killing myself. Not one single freaking day passes without the thoughts. They creep on me and the worst is that I want to kill myself.
Actually I take that back. I want to kill all the shit that is killing me. Addiction, loneliness, not seeing a future without drugs. I can't live without tramadol. I also do stupid shit on it.
I'm bipolar. I know that because I started taking tramadol to bring me down from my sad days. It worked like magic.
Why do I post this? Because it keeps the suicide thoughts a bit away if I type.
I don't want to die. I have so much to give to society. I want to give and do and create. I give and I don't ask for anything back. I want to build a better world. But I don't see this as a future without taking the same shit that is eating me inside.
I cannot stop taking it. The withdrawal is fucking awful and I cannot take days off.
Successful guy, happy, motivated, bla bla . Take away my tramadol and I will lay on the floor punching it to try to relieve the pain. I'm nothing without tramadol. NOTHING.
I'm only writing this to express what I'm feeling. I know the whole don't write threads telling people you're going to kill youRself. I really don't want to kill myself but I doN't see any other way out.
Every single day I imagine myself jumping off a cliff. I can recreate it all in my mind. Even the exact time I hit the water and die. But I don't know what's on the other side. Do you?
They say that someone who loves you will be on the other side to guide you to the doors of heaven. I want my grandmother to guide me.
I wonder if all my pain will go when I die. Will I feel anything?
You never know, The guy who seems all happy on the outside may be dying on the inside. Nobody knows. Nobody knows the pain that you suffer inside. Loneliness, addiction, coping with life, not seeing a future despite I can have that future.
Who am I without drugs? I don't even remember.
I've self medicated with tramadol to fix my mental issues. Oh, how I'd love to go back to th times where 100 mgs would have me loving the world. Now I take 800 mgs just to not go and kill myself.
The worst part of the tramadol withdrawl is the intense suicide ideation. I read somewhere on a research paper that tramadol users on withdrawal have extremely high risks of suicide. Well, no shit, huh?
I can kill myself and kill all my pain. Or I can face life like I am doing and see that not only am I using tramadol to not go into withdrawal, I'm using it because I used it to cope with life.
I am not a bad guy. I want a better world for everyone. If I kill myself I will make the world turn into hell for my family. Can you imagine that your son kills himself and you didn't even know he was so bad into his addiction and mental health.
It's easy to hide the pain from the outside. But the pain from the inside. Oh, the pain from the inside.
If there's anything that I can recommend to anyone is to not use drugs as patches in your life and in your brain.
I've cried as I type this. I cried when I thought of my family.
I once had a near death experience in a car accident. I knew I was about to die. My body tensed up and like a flash I saw al my family and all my life pass by. It was like I had acknowledge that I was going to die and wanted to remember my loved ones before dying.
There's no way out.
I apologize for the rant. I just needed to let it out somehow.