@Shambles and Si Ingwe: I wanted to thank you for your encouragement of the post I previously deleted due to my own concerns of coming across self-indulgent or simply feeling a bit too vulnerable. I appreciate what you both said and if you and, as you said, perhaps others could glean something from it, I will try to recall it as best I can. I started by giving my response to Si's question:
surely you have to be continuing to enjoy a drug to remain addicted to it?
What makes one person continue to use a drug, despite the negative effects, & another call it a day at that point?
Addiction is a very complex phenomenon, and in my own experience, a lot more drew me to and kept me using substances beyond simply enjoyment. Ultimately, I started b/c I had very low self worth, and then the forces of compulsion and self destruction are what bound me. You get drugs that are enjoyable, you get ones that just don't work with your particular chemistry, but if you find that substance that feels like falling in love, pure and enveloping at first, it's easy to be seduced. Then the self loathing starts, and it becomes cyclical. I would hate myself for so many reasons. For being so weak, so easily drawn, even when I was only honestly enjoying about 30 min to 1 hr of my using. That to me was always a bit of magic. I'd transcend my pathetic existence for a fleeting period of time and forget who I was or even the scumbags I'd have to hang out with who I hated just b/c they had the dealer's info. That brief, floaty body rush was so sweet and so much warmer than any love I'd yet experienced at that time, and in my distorted mind, felt so honest and reliable it would bring tears to my eyes. Then, the rest of the evening would devolve into a depressing cycle of chasing a high that we knew was going to be sub par, blowing our paychecks by scamming for money at some sketchy atm at 3am, then scoring freebase coke in the middle of Queens before trying to replicate what we knew we wouldn't experience fully the rest of the night/morning. I hated myself for sitting there and scraping a fucking glass pipe for resin, knowing it would just make my head ache, with the meager hope I'd get lucky and feel artificial bliss for even 5 seconds. I hated seeing my drug buddy go into freak out routine, convinced he'd bought an extra bag when I knew we hadn't, but still help him search the room in a frenzied haze. I hated driving home, lying to my parents or showing up at work on no sleep, eyes still dilated, feeling like a fraud and a disappointment. But most of all I hated myself for hurting and pushing away those who actually gave a damn. I hated having to accept that my parents and friends had seen me have numerous benzo withdrawl seizures when I overdid it coming down. I hated it that my heart stopped at the hospital and my family had to witness that. I hated that I didn't think enough of myself to eat, sleep, stop fucking up my heart so I could barely walk up the stairs without wheezing, eventually almost passing out in a Target. I'm not saying this as self pity. I'm saying it b/c I'm terrified that this weakness still resides in me. If someone put a bag of base in front of me this moment, I wouldn't even give it a second thought. And that makes me a piece of shit. B/c it's been over 5 years, and I have people who I know care about me, and I can't let them down anymore. I can't keep letting that side win that makes me feel weak, unworthy, awkward, weird, worthless. B/c I know I'm not, but the door that blocks that old me isn't always that strong, and lately it's been feeling thinner. So I guess I just wanted to call myself out, as well as explain why I used, despite feeling disgusting, like trash, self sabotaging.
I'm 33 now. I guess your 20s are a selfish time, where mortality, age, the impacts of your actions, etc... feel far away, foreign. But now they are more and more real each day. I am not infallible, invincible. I have been given more chances than I deserve. And anyone reading this who relates on any level, you have been given chances. You're here. I'm here. I can't say more than that, or how I'll be tomorrow, but I feel like shit tonight and I guess it's good to air our ugly sides if it helps explain at least a few aspects of addiction or compulsion. I hope this post was on par with the one I deleted that you liked and I'd be blessed and humbled if someone might be able to get something out of it or at least understand how different addiction is for many of us. Thank you for listening, at the very least. Night all.
