Polluted_Mind
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Not sure if this belongs in Dark Side, as it's not necessarily "dark", but you guys are usually the best people to talk to about this stuff so posted here....
So yeah I'm that guy who posted his suicide note like a couple of months ago, different account as was so embarrassed by it. Sorry about that.
Anyway... basically I was on Suboxone for 2.5 years and it fucked me up in the sense that I got NOTHING done during that time and pressure built from all sides, particularly family as everyone else was becoming lawyers, doctors, engineers, etc, and I was strung out. The depression after withdrawing from Suboxone was crushing (mainly regret based; regret is a fucking hard emotion to deal with). Even after being completely sober for like 3 months I got to a point there where I couldn't have felt much worse so after thinking: do I just take a whole heap of drugs and off myself, or push on against this shit with everything I have, I chose the latter. It was strange in that I realized even though I wasn't taking any drugs, I was becoming MORE and MORE depressed everyday (you would think it would be the opposite, yeah?).
So one day where the depression was absolutely crippling (you know that shit where getting out of bed in the morning is the hardest feat in the world, you just want to stay in blackness), I decided I needed to escape by any means necessary, even if huffing gas would make me feel better I would've considered it. Luckily I still had some rationality and decided instead to drink (first time in about 3 years) so started with a dash of Jamaican rum.
Now you guys probably expect that this would've ended in disaster, a severely depressed person turning to the bottle for solace. On the complete contrary I can honestly say that drinking has helped me significantly. Drinking about the equivalent of 8 beers a day, I've gone from an absolute introvert to making friends with everyone I live with, it allowed me to open up to my parents, re-ignite most of my old treasured relationships, and even find a sexy girl. So what the hell do I make of this? Alcohol has seriously been a positive in my life over the past month. Occasionally now as well I will take say 400mg of codeine (codeine is OTC here in Australia). But apart from that no other drugs. Is this all temporary?
Funny thing is that everyone in my family (except my mother who doesn't touch it) is a heavy drinker. Ie: When I was born my father was in med school and my first memories of him was drinking with his friends, and they used to stick my pacifier in stout... I loved it so much I would apparently cry out and scream whenever I saw a stout bottle as a very little kid until they gave me some (I still LOVE stout). Most people though think of alcoholics as complete losers absolutely incapable of anything positive, but I can tell you for a fact that my father for example has definitely been an alcoholic ever since I was born but has managed to somehow become a very wealthy and successful specialist. The reason I mention this is that maybe I am genetically predisposed to drinking... I mean if I drink and I get 80% positive benefits from it, and can stay functional, then why not??
Am I deluding myself? Thoughts?
I mean surely there are other people who have experienced the same thing: Winston Chruchill talked of the "black dog" (crippling depression) and managed to become one of the greatest figures of the 20th century whilst being drunk nearly the whole time....
(Sorry for the long post).
PS: Just realized the typo in the title, don't know how to change it?
So yeah I'm that guy who posted his suicide note like a couple of months ago, different account as was so embarrassed by it. Sorry about that.
Anyway... basically I was on Suboxone for 2.5 years and it fucked me up in the sense that I got NOTHING done during that time and pressure built from all sides, particularly family as everyone else was becoming lawyers, doctors, engineers, etc, and I was strung out. The depression after withdrawing from Suboxone was crushing (mainly regret based; regret is a fucking hard emotion to deal with). Even after being completely sober for like 3 months I got to a point there where I couldn't have felt much worse so after thinking: do I just take a whole heap of drugs and off myself, or push on against this shit with everything I have, I chose the latter. It was strange in that I realized even though I wasn't taking any drugs, I was becoming MORE and MORE depressed everyday (you would think it would be the opposite, yeah?).
So one day where the depression was absolutely crippling (you know that shit where getting out of bed in the morning is the hardest feat in the world, you just want to stay in blackness), I decided I needed to escape by any means necessary, even if huffing gas would make me feel better I would've considered it. Luckily I still had some rationality and decided instead to drink (first time in about 3 years) so started with a dash of Jamaican rum.
Now you guys probably expect that this would've ended in disaster, a severely depressed person turning to the bottle for solace. On the complete contrary I can honestly say that drinking has helped me significantly. Drinking about the equivalent of 8 beers a day, I've gone from an absolute introvert to making friends with everyone I live with, it allowed me to open up to my parents, re-ignite most of my old treasured relationships, and even find a sexy girl. So what the hell do I make of this? Alcohol has seriously been a positive in my life over the past month. Occasionally now as well I will take say 400mg of codeine (codeine is OTC here in Australia). But apart from that no other drugs. Is this all temporary?
Funny thing is that everyone in my family (except my mother who doesn't touch it) is a heavy drinker. Ie: When I was born my father was in med school and my first memories of him was drinking with his friends, and they used to stick my pacifier in stout... I loved it so much I would apparently cry out and scream whenever I saw a stout bottle as a very little kid until they gave me some (I still LOVE stout). Most people though think of alcoholics as complete losers absolutely incapable of anything positive, but I can tell you for a fact that my father for example has definitely been an alcoholic ever since I was born but has managed to somehow become a very wealthy and successful specialist. The reason I mention this is that maybe I am genetically predisposed to drinking... I mean if I drink and I get 80% positive benefits from it, and can stay functional, then why not??
Am I deluding myself? Thoughts?
I mean surely there are other people who have experienced the same thing: Winston Chruchill talked of the "black dog" (crippling depression) and managed to become one of the greatest figures of the 20th century whilst being drunk nearly the whole time....
(Sorry for the long post).

PS: Just realized the typo in the title, don't know how to change it?
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