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New here, happy turkey weekend to all.:
Edit -- Please don't ask for help to get drugs here, even if you're prescribed them.
I briefly studied Abraham Maslow in my psychology classes at university, and I found his ideas pretty interesting (although I'm generally not a fan of Humanist Psychology). Anyway, he created a hierarchy of needs, beginning with the most basic needs for survival, and ending with needs like identity and morality - "self actualisation". The higher needs are only achievable once the lower ones have been met.

I've been looking at the chart today, and wondering where exactly I might fit. I'd say I'm currently in the "Love/Belonging" stage, although there's definitely a few issues in the "Safety" stage that need addressing - like my health, my employment, and my property. It'll be interesting to see if I continue to climb the hierarchy as I recover and get my life back on track. :)


i wuz gunna clean muh house but den i gotz high, i wuz ginna do dam whole ting but den i got high.

now i sit here a dun give a fuck.

cuz im high
cuz im high
cuz im high




well really im coming down from a slight buzz..... might redose.....


yes i'll be careful :P

if not oh well..... free meal and bed and vacation for a night LOL


i kid i kid....



LOL



I am being silly and morbid. more big///// lol

mmmmm baby more big.....haha

silly me, cud u handle dat sweetheart? happy go-lucky...huggy....silly me......

could u hand;e moi?

haha

i wunder how fucked i be if i drank..... i cant i got no booze, so dont worry...... just wonderin....


i wanna get fucked up....i wanna nod out, sleep till noon and just enjoy an awesome weekend....

i need to get thje fuck away from dis lame place.....argh!

well i admit, i did have fun tday seein twilight: new moon movie.... that was cool.

ARGH! why is my meds making me HORNY! ergh!

ok, i need to get laid..... SOON! before i fucking go nuts...... its been so fucking long....LOL

That or I stop these pills that make me all horn dogged up LOL

fack LOL

i think more codeiene needed.... im losing my buzz..... :(

bbs.
A - Age: 29

B - Bed size: Depends who's bed!

C - Chore you hate: most of them.

D - Dogs or cats: I love both, but I think I'm more of a cat person.

E - Essential start your day item: My cocktail of medication.

F - Favorite color: Black.

G - Gold or Silver: Silver.

H - Height: 5' 5"

I - Instruments you play(ed): Guitar, Drums, Trumpet. Sucked at all.

J - Job Title: Bum.

K - Kids: 2, a almost 10yr old girl and a 4yr old boy.

L - Last movie seen: Pitch Black I think....Mmmmm, Vin Diesel.

M - Mum's name: Diane..... birth name was Ada May.

N - Nicknames: (dpends on who's talking to me) Rish, Rishie, Crevan, "Bensa" (short form for a macedonian fruit name - long story), Babe, Bru, Pretty Girl.

O - Overnight hospital stay other than childbirth (if applicable): Plenty... too many to list.

P - Pet Peeve: nothing much bothers me when sober. High on something, get that santa scroll out LOL

Q - Quote from a movie: "I have danced with a King before" "And I an englishwoman"

R - Right or Left Handed: I'm a righty 100%.

S - Scared of: Abandonment. Being Alone. Dying Alone. Having No one. No one caring. No one loving me. I have issues, go figure....

T - Time you wake up: Around 8am. Unless been hanging with my sexy man all night and then its "Sleep? What's sleep?" "Noon, lets sleep till noon and ftw!"

U - Under the water or Up in the air: Both.

V - Vegetable(s) you dislike: Love all foods.

W - Ways you run late: Internet, drugs, and general procrastination.

X - X-rays you've had: Chest x-ray and a few dental x-rays.

Y - Yummy food you make: All food I make is yummy, I can make just about anything!

Z - Zoo favorite: Big cats and Wolves.
Today as I was walking to THS I found a bunch of pills on the sidewalk, so I was thinking, "score!". The whole time I was waiting at the clinic I was thinking about what they could be, waiting to dose so I could come here to the library and look up the imprint code to identify the tablets. Well as it turns out they are not anything good, just Ranitidine tablets :(. Oh well. I have found benzos on the ground outside my old MMT clinic (Evergreen Treatment Services) as well as a bottle of Promethazine (which ultimately led to me overdosing on my methadone dose + the Promethazine tabs). I also found some amphetamine tablets in the garbage once under the I-5 viaduct in downtown Seattle. That was fun! I panhandled for a while and made like $20 cuz I was all amped up.

Well Thanksgiving was okay, we watched football all day and ate food and drank soda pops. I would have rather been with family though, but again, oh well you can't get everything you want. Today outside it is very grey, very windy and fairly cold for the area. Inside the Central Library on 4th Avenue it is warm and that is all that matters right now :D That is all for today. =D
I'd been searching for my cell phone all morning, and couldn't find it anywhere. I was starting to worry that I had dropped it when I was out walking last night. I decided to try calling it from my landline to see if I could hear it ring... and sure enough, I heard it somewhere in the house. I followed the sound and eventually located my cell phone inside the linen closet, sitting on a pile of sheets. WTF? The linen closet? I can't even remember using the fucking linen closet recently!

Meth make me lose brain cells. :(
A - Age: 24

B - Bed size: Depends who's bed!

C - Chore you hate: Hanging out the washing.

D - Dogs or cats: I love both, but I think I'm more of a cat person.

E - Essential start your day item: My cocktail of medication.

F - Favorite color: Purple and Black.

G - Gold or Silver: Silver.

H - Height: 5' 8"

I - Instruments you play(ed): The triangle is about the only instrument I can play. :\

J - Job Title: Bum.

K - Kids: Nope.

L - Last movie seen: I can't remember! It's been ages since I last saw a movie.

M - Mum's name: Not sayin'.

N - Nicknames: Sweet P, Babe, Crackhead (obviously depends who's talking to me!).

O - Overnight hospital stay other than childbirth (if applicable): Plenty... convulsions, delirium, overdoses, etc.

P - Pet Peeve: When my cell phone decides to suddenly run out of credit, especially when I need it most! :!

Q - Quote from a movie: "Who throws a cupcake? Honestly!" - Dr. Evil

R - Right or Left Handed: I'm a lefty.

S - Scared of: Abandonment.

T - Time you wake up: Around midday.

U - Under the water or Up in the air: Under water.

V - Vegetable(s) you dislike: Trees (broccoli).

W - Ways you run late: Internet, drugs, and general procrastination.

X - X-rays you've had: Chest x-ray and a few dental x-rays.

Y - Yummy food you make: Instant noodles. :)

Z - Zoo favorite: Big cats.
Today I will talk about effort. I am listening to George Michael and freezing with a horrendously sprained ankle, not too happy, but alive and kicking. I don't like what I see in the mirror right now, but I know my pain will pass.

I have stayed off alcohol and my doctor knows better than to throw narcotics at me. I kind of wonder if anyone but me believes I will heal, but hell, I already have to an astonishing degree. The power of one's own mind is really quite something.

I should take a pic of it, but I can barely look at the damn thing. A sprain hurts worse than a break according to my dad, who is no stranger to sports type injuries. That said, it's a constant reminder of my stupidity and clumsiness, and I'm not feeling too great atm.

I have a lot of
im cold, i cant get warm, my laringitis/ raw throat is coming back.

warm blanket, warm cuddles: engulfed in you, sleeping til noon, spun til 4am or longer, telling the world to fuck off (ftw). Chocolate and candies, Mmmm you prick at those chocolate ones LOL

One of these days I'll get a REAL breakfast into you.

Right now, Im literally cold and shivering (from being sick) and just was thinking of all that and how it sounded awesome right about now...LOL

Sleeping til noon, getting spun and having fun....ftw.

One of these days I'll take you up on that offer ya know LOL

brrr.... sooo cold. cant get warm here. Thermo is at 72 (normal comfy level). Grrrr, I better not get this retardo pig disease flu thing. Fucking pigs.... all they good for is da baccon LOL

j/k j/k ..... maybe.

I know it's only been a week, but I miss you dude
:(
I hope we get to hang out soon :)
fucking sucked. rangrz is almost shattered. however, fuck that. we still we return triumphant, however thin the blade we balanced upon.
Occasionally I'm :!
I look like 8o
I spaz out when I ;)
Sometimes I get :(
Thinking of getting buzzed tonight on liquid codeine, cipralex and clonazepam and ASA's (500's).

Not even sure if it's possible.... or how safe....

What a N00b I am.

I am just so bored I wish I could get high on something.

I have to stay up until midnight tonight to see if my money went in my bank....well, i don't HAVE to....really it's an excuse to stay up late.

I bet you though that I will fall asleep in a couple hours.

Hoping a sexy fella will return home soon to have some awesome fun =D

.....or maybe a 1am dirty phone call to make me smile LOL

haha. =D

Hopefully this weekend isnt a total bore.... :|
This is one of the intimate old entries from one of my REAL diaries - I've decided I will add some of these so you can get to know who I used to be....

Warning: some of these are pretty hard-hitting and may be upsetting/triggering.
I'm just picking up random diaries and opening at different pages.

To quote Alice Cooper: WELCOME TO MY NIGHTMARE

Dec 15, 2004 (age 20) - TRYING UNSUCCESSFULLY TO DETOX
Well, two more days have passed where I've done nothing at all. Well I've constantly tried to ring Laura but still no one's answering. All I want for Christmas is my friend back. Unfortunately if she's making me choose (as I have a dreaded feeling she might be) between her and methamphetamine, both of us know what will win. It seems to be chemically impossible for me to stay straight. I couldn't even manage a day! I got thoroughly tweaked yesterday, finished off that ounce today...

Marika was helpful on Tuesday - but I can tell she's starting to believe in me a little less. When I told her what happened with Laura she said 'what's happening to you, Lydia?'
I had to admit that what was happening was I was fucked-up on P again. Marika agreed! She said that basically if I couldn't get it together over the New Year and if this detox doesn't work then I'm going to have to look at rehab again, whether it's the Bridge or a longer-term program.
God, I'd rather die a painful P-influenced death than end up back at Odyssey!
You'd think that would have scared me into dropping the needle!
I said how I didn't think I was so addicted that I was like I was before and I was terrified of going back to rehab.
Marika said I should be more terrified of ending up the way I was when I first came to CADS.
I left CADS determined to get through this awful fortnight!

You know I don't think I can live without meth. It's like that guy says on '28 Days': 'If straight people only knew how wrong it felt for an addict to be straight they would never dream of asking you to go straight'! Or, as Ozzy Osbourne says (sings): 'If you could be inside my head - you'd see that black and white is red.' I always interpret that as meaning that it doesn't make sense to an outsider, but logic doesn't apply when you've got an addiction.
I love that song ('Flying High Again') because it's so true!

Mum tried to get my head off the shit when she got home, by taking me over to see Mav. Bad idea. She's been reading my 'Getting Through Amphetamine Withdrawal' booklet and really thinks that I can distract myself out of craving P...with my horse who I used to compete like a pro on, tweaking!

Maverick was not pleased to see me. He was in a cranky mood, probably thinking I was going to ride him when his back's sore. I fed him a handful of carrots and put my arms round his neck. I checked his cover was on properly and felt the lumps on his back - which seem to be going down again.
He had his ears flat against his head and his lip was curled.
Okay, I'm not the fucking horse whisperer but I know that means I should have backed off. But I'm, as is obvious, not a person with a sensible bone in my body and instead I gave him another hug. I just needed to feel some comfort - God knows, I don't feel like very many people care or understand what I'm feeling.
Maverick's not meant to understand but a warm, silky hug with a gentle animal is comforting enough. Unfortunately, Maverick isn't a gentle animal - he's a young, highly-strung, stand-offish horse who was gelded much too late. He's the equivalent of an equine methhead....and you don't try to get close to a grumpy methhead or you practically get your kidneys dislocated.
Unlike a methhead, Maverick has a good set of fangs. These fangs attached themselves around my side and he tossed me to the ground. It hurt so bad I had tears in my eyes and I don't normally cry over physical pain. I think part of it was emotional actually - the hurt of my beloved horse biting me.
I know animals don't do things like that out of spite but everyone seems to be out to get me at the moment.

NB. Marika was my drug counsellor for 5yrs (ie. till the beginning of this yr - she became more like...well she calls me her 'sister') then she moved to another city.
CADS stands for 'Community Alcohol and Drug Services' (its free here and covers counselling for addicts, family/friends of addicts, group education for ppl trying to kick, detox services and methadone services - best of all, its harm reduction-based, though you can choose to try and become abstinent) - I still continue to go to them for counselling services.
I'm full of anger, hatred and rage. I thought these feelings were finally leaving. I had been so at peace recently and I remember it felt nice.

These thoughts I have are violent. I want to hurt someone. I want to unleash.

Someone's got to pay. There must be repercussions.

Its not helping writing about it.

I just feel hate like I haven't felt in a long time.

I'll try to stop thinking and try to convince myself that this doesn't matter.

People are twisted pieces of shit and I hate them.

I feel nuts. Never wanted to be crazy. People always said I was but I thought they were joking. Maybe they see something I don't.
Tonight I'm gonna try to sleep without the help of any sedatives. No benzos, no zopiclone, no seroquel, and not even a puff of weed. I can't remember the last time I've had a natural non-drug-induced sleep, but maybe tonight I can finally pull it off. It's worth a try, I suppose. But if I seem grumpy and overtired tomorrow, you can probably assume that my experiment wasn't a resounding success. :\
Only going to write a few a day.... too tired to do it all at once. Though I might just say fuck it.
Some of my shit is depressing and should just stay in those books. Fuck it..... I'll just write what's on my current mind....if he finds them and is shallow enough to distroy them..... then he can sit on a pole and rotate with a 8" vibrating dagger attached at top.
I am not posting what years / dates these were written and for whom for a reason.

Not meant for those people, just for my own personal ponderings.

Some of the writings can be up to 20yrs old and some as recent as a week ago.

They are not in any order. Randomly just written on here.

No harpen or offense meant in any of it....even if they may sound..... Not as of yet....but just in case.... Lol
Tough exterior, bad ass attitude
soft eyes, soft touch
wishing you would let your guard down
I would never hurt you ever.
I wish you would trust me
even if I don;t understand.

who else hass the balls to take yo uas you are?

Who else won't leave when the "glory" of it all has faded. Who else has taken your shit plus more? Who else is a stubborn sadistic bitch? hmn?

I don't give up, It's not in my nature. Even if I have to keep trying for..... however long.

You're my breathe of fresh air, how could anything else do for me? Why would I settle for less?

<3
I made assumptions that caused my own pain
I hope my assumptions were just paranoid thought untrue.
Things slowly working back
Slowly things back to then
not the same, but still so nice.

Feirce embrace went the hurt
Feirce embrace went the anger
Feirce embrace memories returned.

Less self worth and you got hurt
even now that my mind is more sound
I was worried...scared that..... GOD FORBID!
My heart still aches from all before
my soul battered and shattered
mental status unknown.
Used and abused
from all before
chance meeting, almost not
midnight conversations
information super highway
tense first meeting
probably not what you expected
you stayed around anyhow
heated solitary confrontation
even that second time
the third we could not contain.
Your words and touch so sweet
my frenzied mind became so afraid
not of you, your free spirited emotions
life and stupidity happens
words I wished I never said
words i wish i did say
things slightly different.
Normally I wouldn;t write online what I write in my journal. Only reason I am though is that at least if it gets found by -someone- and distroyed, then at least my thoughts aren;t lost.

Nothing I write is meant to offend of insinuate anything and some of it has nothing to do with anyone that anyone on here would know..... some of it ..... might.

It's my personal though, my intellectual property.

You can comment if you wish but I could care very little. Not meant to be rude or mean, just truth.

So yeah, anything said from my jornal entries, not meant to offend..... intentionally.

Im just "worried" my book will be found and distroyed soon..... I know it would be distroyed if found.....definately.....that's not being in the least paranoid..... just truth, cause Terry is LIKE that, nice huh? meh well.
Optimism can only last so long before worry sets in. :|
This lamotrigine taper has been having a nasty effect on my moods. I have been really depressed on and off since it started but i was depressed before i started the taper anyway. So how much is the taper and how much is just well me? It's hard to say but since ive started the taper i have actually seriously contimplated suicide any number of times and for days in a row for the first time in a long ass time. So long i can't really remember to be honest. The depression i can handle but that feeling like im on the edge of killing myself is beyond scary. The gun, rope, etc are always in the back of my mind when im like that.

What is always in the front of my mind when im in one of these episodes is that old voice saying "your useless your shit beyond shit, nothing but a fucked up useless druggie that noone could possibly love. Your close friends are lying to you when they say they really love you they only say that to make you feel better so they don't have to listen to you complaing about how miserable you are. That girl that you love so much does not really love you and has been lying to you all these years and no doubt she will dump your sorry ass when you move up there. So why don't you just kill yourself and do everyone around you and the world a favour". That is what keeps repeating itself in my head like a thought loop during these episodes. The voice actually sounds like some of my family members when they have ragged on me over the years and believe it or not they have said pretty much everything that the voice says as well. Kinda sad when you think about the fact that your own family and your mom when shes in one of her manic/borderline personality disorder moments or fuck knows what she has moments would actually say such things. But it is true :| .

I have been getting mixed states as well which thankfully don't last long but they last long enough where i can hurt myself either by cutting up my arm or punching a wall until my knuckles are a bloody mess or both. I have also been getting more manic as of late and that is very bad for both me and my bank account. I make really stupid decisons when manic and afterwards i say to myself wtf was i thinking. Mixed state episodes and manic episodes impair my judgement sometimes to where i think i don't really need that anti-psychotic 8) . Yeah sure i don't.

So how have i been handling this? Like any self respecting addict i have been getting and trying to stay as high as possible on my morphine and dilaudid. I don't feel as much in the nods or when im really high. Well i don't feel the bad feelings as much anyway. No depression, no mania and no misery. Or not as much atleast :\ . Too bad that my tolerance grows to the point where it's damn near impossible to catch any real euphoria from opiates even with the potentiators.

So after awile they just fail to keep the black dog away. This just leads me to use more and more when im feeling down and the more depressed i am the easier it is to justify that extra dose. Not that it honestly NEEDS justifying because if you have been in that position before you know anything that will help even a tiny little bit is worth taking no matter what the fuck happens later.

Anyone who says that mental pain isint as bad as physical pain is a fucking idiot and a cunt. My mom as much as i love her often get's on with stuff like "your not doing anything to help yourself" or "your not doing anything to help your situation" and the most famous line of all that really boils my fucking piss "you like feeling this way and thats why you don't pull yourself out of it" :! . My god how can someone who has actually suffered from depression and still does mind ya say that? Obviously years of watching oprah and oprah's little bitch dr.phil or farmer phil as i like to call him along with all those self help books have caused severe brain damage.

I think i will actually start taking that risperdal everyday like i should as that may help. Ive also started back on wellbutrin after a hiatus so that should work in a few days. I will take the risperdal tonight but only after i get high off this morphine of course. I can't miss out on hours and hours of nodding in and out blankly staring at the TV or walls even. Someone looking at me would think im feeling nothing but bliss when im high. How little they know.
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