Stay.Blazed.420
Bluelighter
Well it started off back in April when I got out of prison. I was depressed, paranoid, anxiety-ridden and absolutely miserable. Since I'm now on probation I have a shit-load of 'conditions' that I must follow, one of which is 'do not possess or consume illegal drugs or alcohol', and 'submit to drug testing on demand of the probation officer or police officer'.
Because of the drug testing, I stopped smoking weed. (completely). I was a chronic and assumed I would be getting regular drug tests, so instead of weed I started opiates because they only stay in the urine for 1/5 of the time THC does, so I thought this way I could still get high and be safe about it and not get thrown back in jail.
I started off with 2mg dilaudid pills. I would sniff them and get unbelievably high. Over the course of the past 8 months I've been using opiates atleast 3 times a week, (only route of ingestion was insufflation) and my tolerance has sky-rocketed. My habit started becoming too expensive, spending upwards of $50 just to get my 18mg fix. Then i meet a new guy who says slamming them will get me more bang for my buck. I was hesitant at first, and put off his offer for over a month until finally I decided to try it. Now instead of sniffing dilly's once ever 2 or 3 (sometimes 4) days, I'm slamming 8mg twice a day.
I woke up at 12pm today and couldn't stand the thought of not having any dilly's or money for them. So i laid in bed sleeping until 4:30pm and I just felt like complete and utter shit. Now i'm doing desperate things, text-bombing dealers phones just to get them to reply. I'm a fucking fiend. I'm an addict. i'm a JUNKY!
I never thought I'd ever become a full blown junky, but now it's gotten to the point that i'm experiencing real and painful withdrawals every single day if I don't stop. I've got needle marks all over my arms that I have to cover from my friends and my family. I feel guilt, but no remorse. I'm too depressed to care about the path my life is taking. I know it's only going to get worse if i continue, and i know the withdrawals i experience now aren't half as bad as they will be in the future, but i'm too miserable with how my life turned out to give a shit. I could be diagnosed with terminal cancer and told I have 6 months to live and i wouldn't give a shit. I don't care if i live or die, it's past that point. My only reason to live is to get high. It's depressing and i hate it. I don't even get the same feeling I used to, I just get high and barely nod off unless I bang my whole pickup at once.
What do I do? Should I go to rehab/detox? I don't think that would work for me, I believe even if i went in there the first thing i would do when i got out is shoot up. That's most likely all I'd be thinking while I'm in there too. My girlfriend doesn't even know how bad my addiction has became, i'm shooting up behind her back and lying about it and while she doesn't know it because she believes what i say - I'm ruining the authenticity of our relationship by lying all the time.
My life's going down the shitter and now i'm a junky. How do i cope TDS? Help me figure out what i'm doing with my life. Please!
I appreciate any response I get from you guys, thank you in advance.
Because of the drug testing, I stopped smoking weed. (completely). I was a chronic and assumed I would be getting regular drug tests, so instead of weed I started opiates because they only stay in the urine for 1/5 of the time THC does, so I thought this way I could still get high and be safe about it and not get thrown back in jail.
I started off with 2mg dilaudid pills. I would sniff them and get unbelievably high. Over the course of the past 8 months I've been using opiates atleast 3 times a week, (only route of ingestion was insufflation) and my tolerance has sky-rocketed. My habit started becoming too expensive, spending upwards of $50 just to get my 18mg fix. Then i meet a new guy who says slamming them will get me more bang for my buck. I was hesitant at first, and put off his offer for over a month until finally I decided to try it. Now instead of sniffing dilly's once ever 2 or 3 (sometimes 4) days, I'm slamming 8mg twice a day.
I woke up at 12pm today and couldn't stand the thought of not having any dilly's or money for them. So i laid in bed sleeping until 4:30pm and I just felt like complete and utter shit. Now i'm doing desperate things, text-bombing dealers phones just to get them to reply. I'm a fucking fiend. I'm an addict. i'm a JUNKY!
I never thought I'd ever become a full blown junky, but now it's gotten to the point that i'm experiencing real and painful withdrawals every single day if I don't stop. I've got needle marks all over my arms that I have to cover from my friends and my family. I feel guilt, but no remorse. I'm too depressed to care about the path my life is taking. I know it's only going to get worse if i continue, and i know the withdrawals i experience now aren't half as bad as they will be in the future, but i'm too miserable with how my life turned out to give a shit. I could be diagnosed with terminal cancer and told I have 6 months to live and i wouldn't give a shit. I don't care if i live or die, it's past that point. My only reason to live is to get high. It's depressing and i hate it. I don't even get the same feeling I used to, I just get high and barely nod off unless I bang my whole pickup at once.
What do I do? Should I go to rehab/detox? I don't think that would work for me, I believe even if i went in there the first thing i would do when i got out is shoot up. That's most likely all I'd be thinking while I'm in there too. My girlfriend doesn't even know how bad my addiction has became, i'm shooting up behind her back and lying about it and while she doesn't know it because she believes what i say - I'm ruining the authenticity of our relationship by lying all the time.
My life's going down the shitter and now i'm a junky. How do i cope TDS? Help me figure out what i'm doing with my life. Please!
I appreciate any response I get from you guys, thank you in advance.

Much love and strength to you.