F'Loki
Bluelighter
Hey all,
So probably not the most positive first post ever, but I remembered bluelight many years ago when I was just discovering drugs. So i'd thought i'd see if it was still around. Happily it is, I am glad to see
Well fast forward 15 years, I am now 33 years old. Most my drug use days were when I was around 18/19, and I admit I had some trouble controlling my use (amphetamines and MDMA were my drugs of choice, 3.5 grams phet, 2 grams MDMA a weekend respectively at it's peak, but throw in Ketamine, alcohol, coke too on occasion). I never became an addict though. I kind of made the decision to get away from 'friends' who I knew were not good for me or real friends...I bought a one way ticket to India at 19 and travelled for just over 6 months by myself. That was a real wake up call to say the least. It really helped me.
I ended up catching a very nasty bout of typhoid and spent a month in hospital there, and afterwards decided it was the universes' way of telling me I really needed to work out who I was and how to value my life more. So I ended up staying at a Buddhist retreat centre for a few weeks. Tough, but taught me a lot.
When I got back home, I felt I couldn't connect with any of my old 'friends': I decided to stick to being t-total. It lasted a good year or two before I felt dissatisfied with it. Mild-Moderate weed and booze were just the norm for the next 10 years- along with psychedelics which I found to really help me on a deeply spiritual level - as I lost contact with all those 'friends' I used to party with.
I travelled more, upto a year at a time, and fell in love with a German girl whilst in Laos. Our relationship was intense - it lasted a few years and we got engaged. She came to move back to UK with me and we even picked the same university to go to...
Unfortunately 6 months in and I found out she was cheating on me.
I did not handle it well. Very badly infact. I took a sabbatical from uni (though never went back) and just used my student loan to go travelling again to "get over it". Getting over it was productive at first - I did a Thai language course and spent a few more months in Asia before running out of money: Unfortunately during this period it eventually became very unproductive. I didnt really process what had happened and so turned to methamphetamine and diazepam whilst still in South East Asia, and drank about a bottle of whisky every day or two. The nasty cycle of upper and downers.
Fortunately I realised what was happening and bought a plane ticket home...
Best decision ever....Long story short met my wife at the tail end of this crisis and after 7 years love her more and more each day. Marriage is great, ignore what they say about it taking away your freedom lol If you find the right one it wont be like that at all...
Anyway, fast forward another few years into the marriage: At this point I just drank occasionally and my wife had never touched any drugs. I had lost all my contacts and hadnt yet found out about the darknet and how you could buy drugs online (sorry if this is sourcing - not intentional). But one day a friend bought weed around. I bought occasionally but tbh find these days it just makes me anxious as fuck so rarely smoked it.
Okay, so fast forward 3 years ago....I find out about the darknet. This is where the problems start (again).
Introduced my wife to mushrooms (we are both pagan so it is for more spiritual use), she loved it. I buy MDMA (pure). We make new 'friends'. We take it every weekend for about 8 months. Amphetamines and cocaine are also thrown into the mix. Long story short: My wife has a complete breakdown, ends up with depression, we fall out horribly with our 'friends' and it goes to shit. I feel absolutely responsible....And I think I am
At this point too I am battling with insomnia (that i've had since I was 17/18 - i'm now 33). I use research chem benzos every so often - they seem like a blessing. At that point I am not addicted.
We decide to go travelling and find a new home - my wife cannot get a new visa in the UK so we try our luck in Ireland, Canada etc. ....But this is where most the recent trouble begins.
Needless to say my in-laws in Canada decide they hate me for no reason (they never knew about any of the drug use, so there was no reason) and we suddenly have to change our life plans as we have nowhere to stay until I get my Canadian Residency permit. We have no choice but to go back to the UK and stay with my parents until we work something out....
I do not take this well, to say the least. After one month I am on the darknet ordering drugs - opiates seemed like a great idea. Dihydrocodeine at first. I loved it. Then Oxy. But it became too expensive........ But not being able to find a job in my small hometown made my depression worse. It came to a point where near Christmas I had a "fuck it" moment. I was plagued by insomnia and knew I was becoming deeply depressed: My wife had found work but I couldn't no matter how many applications, I just couldn't find anything. I gave up.
Probably the darkest part of my life....I was using benzos every night, and started using heroin, maybe 250mg a day at it's peak: Not a lot I know (and I only ever snorted and still do).
Christmas was horrible....I tried quitting the benzos cold turkey and passed it off as flu to my family. My family went away for a few days over xmas and my wife went with them. I was alone at home.
I messaged my wife when she was on holiday with them and admitted to using heroin and having a problem. She obviously flipped out, said I needed to see a doctor for depression and just stop using before I was addicted.
Low point of my life.....Never felt so horrendous. I honestly thought about suicide, but the only thing stopping me at this point was how much I love my wife. I didnt want to be an absolute cunt and leave her alone and hurt everyone even more.
January comes and I still use H maybe once a week and I eventually just stop altogether. But the benzos become a big problem.
It all came to blows in February: I couldn't stop (Clonazolam, Etizolam) and on day 3 on my cold turkey was feeling like I was about to have a seziure. I finally cracked, picked up the phone and spoke to an emergency GP. I just told her everything about the benzos, said I didnt really know what they were and how addictive they were since they were legal at that time online. Luckily she was understanding.
We switched onto diazepam using the ashton method and slowly reduced. Things were better.
May came around and my wife's visa had again expired and this time we could no way renew it. We looked at moving to South East Asia as our freelance travel writing was (and is) taking off well enough to make a living off in lower-income countries.
I carried on my taper throughout - but never managed to really get under 3mg without having mini-relapses.
We decided to come home for this Christmas, and I went to see my GP again - but this time she said she was refering me to a drug treatment kind of centre: I dont know if it was suitable for benzo withdrawal.
I wouldn't find out, as before I could make an appointment I was strucken down with kidney stones 2 weeks after being back - after 1 month of agony and copious amounts opiates I just had my stent removed (with the stone) but things have not been right since: I went through moderate withdrawals from all the opiate pain killers I was on for a month (on day 6 cold turkey now) and although the first two days were horrendous now I find I can't sleep at all.
I have diazepam leftover from Thailand the script the hospital wrote for me but am almost out and to be honest they are doing fucking nothing. I sleep at 2am and wake up at 4.30am and that's it. I did use heroin a few times during my post-op recovery (last time was last week), never more than 1/2 gram a week.
I also bought some xanax because I was in no position to walk to this clinic my GP refered me to to get any more diazepam, so had to settle for xanax a few times.
I dunno what is wrong with me. I don't know if I am an addict and should just go clean from everything and seek help (I know I am a benzo addict...but the rest?) ? I am trying but my insomnia is absolutely killing me. I love the occasional opiates but don't know if I should be dabbling with them at all considering my past history. I can moderate my use of most drugs (yes even heroin) but i don't know if this is really the point or if it's more my attitude towards drugs that qualifies one as "an addict"?
Anyway, thanks for listening whoever is out there reading this. It's 9.30am now so I am going to try and get some sleep...I hope someone out there can at least relate to all this shit and my ranting and offer a glimmer of advice, but if not, thanks anyway for reading and listening. I am really in a bad place right now and can feel myself slipping back into that dark place when my girl found out about my heroin use Christmas 2 years ago....It's a place I am terrified to tread again....
Thanks
F'Loki
So probably not the most positive first post ever, but I remembered bluelight many years ago when I was just discovering drugs. So i'd thought i'd see if it was still around. Happily it is, I am glad to see

Well fast forward 15 years, I am now 33 years old. Most my drug use days were when I was around 18/19, and I admit I had some trouble controlling my use (amphetamines and MDMA were my drugs of choice, 3.5 grams phet, 2 grams MDMA a weekend respectively at it's peak, but throw in Ketamine, alcohol, coke too on occasion). I never became an addict though. I kind of made the decision to get away from 'friends' who I knew were not good for me or real friends...I bought a one way ticket to India at 19 and travelled for just over 6 months by myself. That was a real wake up call to say the least. It really helped me.
I ended up catching a very nasty bout of typhoid and spent a month in hospital there, and afterwards decided it was the universes' way of telling me I really needed to work out who I was and how to value my life more. So I ended up staying at a Buddhist retreat centre for a few weeks. Tough, but taught me a lot.
When I got back home, I felt I couldn't connect with any of my old 'friends': I decided to stick to being t-total. It lasted a good year or two before I felt dissatisfied with it. Mild-Moderate weed and booze were just the norm for the next 10 years- along with psychedelics which I found to really help me on a deeply spiritual level - as I lost contact with all those 'friends' I used to party with.
I travelled more, upto a year at a time, and fell in love with a German girl whilst in Laos. Our relationship was intense - it lasted a few years and we got engaged. She came to move back to UK with me and we even picked the same university to go to...
Unfortunately 6 months in and I found out she was cheating on me.
I did not handle it well. Very badly infact. I took a sabbatical from uni (though never went back) and just used my student loan to go travelling again to "get over it". Getting over it was productive at first - I did a Thai language course and spent a few more months in Asia before running out of money: Unfortunately during this period it eventually became very unproductive. I didnt really process what had happened and so turned to methamphetamine and diazepam whilst still in South East Asia, and drank about a bottle of whisky every day or two. The nasty cycle of upper and downers.
Fortunately I realised what was happening and bought a plane ticket home...
Best decision ever....Long story short met my wife at the tail end of this crisis and after 7 years love her more and more each day. Marriage is great, ignore what they say about it taking away your freedom lol If you find the right one it wont be like that at all...
Anyway, fast forward another few years into the marriage: At this point I just drank occasionally and my wife had never touched any drugs. I had lost all my contacts and hadnt yet found out about the darknet and how you could buy drugs online (sorry if this is sourcing - not intentional). But one day a friend bought weed around. I bought occasionally but tbh find these days it just makes me anxious as fuck so rarely smoked it.
Okay, so fast forward 3 years ago....I find out about the darknet. This is where the problems start (again).
Introduced my wife to mushrooms (we are both pagan so it is for more spiritual use), she loved it. I buy MDMA (pure). We make new 'friends'. We take it every weekend for about 8 months. Amphetamines and cocaine are also thrown into the mix. Long story short: My wife has a complete breakdown, ends up with depression, we fall out horribly with our 'friends' and it goes to shit. I feel absolutely responsible....And I think I am
At this point too I am battling with insomnia (that i've had since I was 17/18 - i'm now 33). I use research chem benzos every so often - they seem like a blessing. At that point I am not addicted.
We decide to go travelling and find a new home - my wife cannot get a new visa in the UK so we try our luck in Ireland, Canada etc. ....But this is where most the recent trouble begins.
Needless to say my in-laws in Canada decide they hate me for no reason (they never knew about any of the drug use, so there was no reason) and we suddenly have to change our life plans as we have nowhere to stay until I get my Canadian Residency permit. We have no choice but to go back to the UK and stay with my parents until we work something out....
I do not take this well, to say the least. After one month I am on the darknet ordering drugs - opiates seemed like a great idea. Dihydrocodeine at first. I loved it. Then Oxy. But it became too expensive........ But not being able to find a job in my small hometown made my depression worse. It came to a point where near Christmas I had a "fuck it" moment. I was plagued by insomnia and knew I was becoming deeply depressed: My wife had found work but I couldn't no matter how many applications, I just couldn't find anything. I gave up.
Probably the darkest part of my life....I was using benzos every night, and started using heroin, maybe 250mg a day at it's peak: Not a lot I know (and I only ever snorted and still do).
Christmas was horrible....I tried quitting the benzos cold turkey and passed it off as flu to my family. My family went away for a few days over xmas and my wife went with them. I was alone at home.
I messaged my wife when she was on holiday with them and admitted to using heroin and having a problem. She obviously flipped out, said I needed to see a doctor for depression and just stop using before I was addicted.
Low point of my life.....Never felt so horrendous. I honestly thought about suicide, but the only thing stopping me at this point was how much I love my wife. I didnt want to be an absolute cunt and leave her alone and hurt everyone even more.
January comes and I still use H maybe once a week and I eventually just stop altogether. But the benzos become a big problem.
It all came to blows in February: I couldn't stop (Clonazolam, Etizolam) and on day 3 on my cold turkey was feeling like I was about to have a seziure. I finally cracked, picked up the phone and spoke to an emergency GP. I just told her everything about the benzos, said I didnt really know what they were and how addictive they were since they were legal at that time online. Luckily she was understanding.
We switched onto diazepam using the ashton method and slowly reduced. Things were better.
May came around and my wife's visa had again expired and this time we could no way renew it. We looked at moving to South East Asia as our freelance travel writing was (and is) taking off well enough to make a living off in lower-income countries.
I carried on my taper throughout - but never managed to really get under 3mg without having mini-relapses.
We decided to come home for this Christmas, and I went to see my GP again - but this time she said she was refering me to a drug treatment kind of centre: I dont know if it was suitable for benzo withdrawal.
I wouldn't find out, as before I could make an appointment I was strucken down with kidney stones 2 weeks after being back - after 1 month of agony and copious amounts opiates I just had my stent removed (with the stone) but things have not been right since: I went through moderate withdrawals from all the opiate pain killers I was on for a month (on day 6 cold turkey now) and although the first two days were horrendous now I find I can't sleep at all.
I have diazepam leftover from Thailand the script the hospital wrote for me but am almost out and to be honest they are doing fucking nothing. I sleep at 2am and wake up at 4.30am and that's it. I did use heroin a few times during my post-op recovery (last time was last week), never more than 1/2 gram a week.
I also bought some xanax because I was in no position to walk to this clinic my GP refered me to to get any more diazepam, so had to settle for xanax a few times.
I dunno what is wrong with me. I don't know if I am an addict and should just go clean from everything and seek help (I know I am a benzo addict...but the rest?) ? I am trying but my insomnia is absolutely killing me. I love the occasional opiates but don't know if I should be dabbling with them at all considering my past history. I can moderate my use of most drugs (yes even heroin) but i don't know if this is really the point or if it's more my attitude towards drugs that qualifies one as "an addict"?
Anyway, thanks for listening whoever is out there reading this. It's 9.30am now so I am going to try and get some sleep...I hope someone out there can at least relate to all this shit and my ranting and offer a glimmer of advice, but if not, thanks anyway for reading and listening. I am really in a bad place right now and can feel myself slipping back into that dark place when my girl found out about my heroin use Christmas 2 years ago....It's a place I am terrified to tread again....
Thanks
F'Loki