Yunai
Bluelighter
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- Feb 11, 2024
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I had written a long post but then my thing died but it’s whatever. It was not good anyway and I got way too off topic. So let me try another time. Since my good old www.sanctioned-suicide forum got completely nuked I’ll just move my thing over here because addiction is a big part of my story. I want to give you a quick background bout me. I’m 25 male. From late 2017 to 2023 I was severely depressed. With that I mean major major depression, thinking bout suicide everyday. There were reasons but all of them are dust now so they are whatever, none of it matters anymore. What’s not whatever is what happened 2023-2024. I met the most beautiful perfect girl I have ever seen in my life. We had so much in common, we were like magnets and stuck together. She did like me too in the beginning but I was too shy and awkward. I rarely ever fall in love, it was passed down from my parents. I fall in love once a decade and stick to the person for years after years, probably for a lifetime (my family members are like that), no matter what I do, that’s just the way my brain works. I don’t even want sex. It disgusts me. Only with deep feelings I’d feel comfortable to do that and even kiss the person. You could put prime Megan Fox in the room with me naked and I wouldn’t even get hard. All I want is to hug someone real tight that means the world to me. Anyway, since I took too long she found someone else. I didn’t know at first but when she told me March 2024 I fell into the darkest hole I’ve ever been in. I never did drugs before but at that point I was dead set on “okay either I end it all right now or try medicate the pain my own way”. Doctors only gave me SSRIs SNRIs. All that shitty trash meds. They never gave me any benefits but huge side effects: completely killing my sexuality, brain fog, headaches, being asleep the entire day it was awful, since I had that experience already I was like fck this and went to my bad influence friend’s trap house. Everyone else was sick and tired of me only having misfortune in life and hung up on me on the phone but this bro got me. Gave me opiates and thank the Lord for Papaver Somniferum. The warmth, the bliss, the feeling of everything’s okay. It was amazing. It saved my life. Even in hindsight. Rather became a junkie than having ended it all.
Now, 2 months after heavy opiate abuse (Morphine was my drug of choice, sometimes Dihydrocodein but always from the pharmacy, I never took anything from the streets and I never did IV use). 2 years later now I am in substitution. I am a hyper responder to opiates btw. I never ever had any side effects, they don’t slow my thinking down, never had nausea, never had constipation even when I took insane amounts every single day.
Unfortunately though, I can’t get the warmth anymore. The tolerance is too bad. My plan now is to get off substitution and have a 6 month break. I miss the warmth, I never felt love, I never felt the love of another human being, my body severely lacks endorphins and opiates bind to those same receptors hence why they work so well with sadness, grief, loss of a loved one, etc. I regret having tried out a few other drugs but I never regret opiates and Xanax also. Anxiety right now as I’m getting older is as bad as it’s ever been. Thankfully I sneakily got 2 doctors to gave me a huge stash. Junkies are sneaky and lie, that’s the way it is. I am a junkie. It’s what it is. I never did any of it for fun or to try it out. I was desperate, very desperate, very close to suicide and tried anything to help numb the unbearable pain. Listen, I had broken bones before, horrible physical pain but the mental anguish of losing the person you loved the most is a quadrillion times worse. Weed also helped me a bit for a while but tolerance built up and compared to Xans and Opiates for which 2 weeks abstinence resets the tolerance (almost) fully, Weed takes 6-12 months at least for me, so I quit Weed completely too.
So what’s my plan now. I’m glad I have a huge stash of xanbars ready, I’ll try to not burn through it too quickly. Then, I try to taper off my substitution (for opiates) completely this year. If I don’t succeed, well I still have about 2 years to join the Club 27. I already gave up any hopes, any hope of forgiveness, of ever saying how sorry I am for hurting her (what hurts me the most is that my actions hurt her so much and she cried so much because of me), I never could apologize but I came to terms with the facts I’ll never be able to say how sorry I TRULY am. Maybe if I do end it I’ll send her a letter. Who knows. For now: get by with my Xanax stash, and taper off my substitution FULLY.
Opiates in the beginning felt like almost as if she was still next to me, almost, even all drugs combined can never come close to the real feeling but it was similar, i miss the warmth, i miss it so soooo much, I had a very very hard life. When I was sitting next to her it felt like I was in heaven, when I heard her voice, it was like angels singing, her scent was so so so mesmerizing… There’s so much more to say but I leave it at that. For now. feel free to ask any questions please.
Now, 2 months after heavy opiate abuse (Morphine was my drug of choice, sometimes Dihydrocodein but always from the pharmacy, I never took anything from the streets and I never did IV use). 2 years later now I am in substitution. I am a hyper responder to opiates btw. I never ever had any side effects, they don’t slow my thinking down, never had nausea, never had constipation even when I took insane amounts every single day.
Unfortunately though, I can’t get the warmth anymore. The tolerance is too bad. My plan now is to get off substitution and have a 6 month break. I miss the warmth, I never felt love, I never felt the love of another human being, my body severely lacks endorphins and opiates bind to those same receptors hence why they work so well with sadness, grief, loss of a loved one, etc. I regret having tried out a few other drugs but I never regret opiates and Xanax also. Anxiety right now as I’m getting older is as bad as it’s ever been. Thankfully I sneakily got 2 doctors to gave me a huge stash. Junkies are sneaky and lie, that’s the way it is. I am a junkie. It’s what it is. I never did any of it for fun or to try it out. I was desperate, very desperate, very close to suicide and tried anything to help numb the unbearable pain. Listen, I had broken bones before, horrible physical pain but the mental anguish of losing the person you loved the most is a quadrillion times worse. Weed also helped me a bit for a while but tolerance built up and compared to Xans and Opiates for which 2 weeks abstinence resets the tolerance (almost) fully, Weed takes 6-12 months at least for me, so I quit Weed completely too.
So what’s my plan now. I’m glad I have a huge stash of xanbars ready, I’ll try to not burn through it too quickly. Then, I try to taper off my substitution (for opiates) completely this year. If I don’t succeed, well I still have about 2 years to join the Club 27. I already gave up any hopes, any hope of forgiveness, of ever saying how sorry I am for hurting her (what hurts me the most is that my actions hurt her so much and she cried so much because of me), I never could apologize but I came to terms with the facts I’ll never be able to say how sorry I TRULY am. Maybe if I do end it I’ll send her a letter. Who knows. For now: get by with my Xanax stash, and taper off my substitution FULLY.
Opiates in the beginning felt like almost as if she was still next to me, almost, even all drugs combined can never come close to the real feeling but it was similar, i miss the warmth, i miss it so soooo much, I had a very very hard life. When I was sitting next to her it felt like I was in heaven, when I heard her voice, it was like angels singing, her scent was so so so mesmerizing… There’s so much more to say but I leave it at that. For now. feel free to ask any questions please.
