Lots of good advice here effie, and other concerned parties reading this.
Ah addictions. I love this thread. It brings a lot home. I read about the people others know on meph and how messed up it all is. I read my own advice and find it ironic that I am able to detach myself so much and be so objective about addictions.
"All this has happened before. And all this will happen again"
Lets just concentrate on meph here since it's the relevant thread. It's now the sixth day of my current binge. It started last Saturday with some mates. The girl who we all know and warned beforehand started it as per usual. Don't get me wrong - I'm not placing blame. It didn't take much persuassion for me to go along with her and buy the meph. Just a little snaffle of it Sat night and I'll be grand Sunday. Hey, I've been grand so far!
I knew. Fuck, if there's one thing I know from my experiences so far in life, it's me. However, I didn't give a shit. I still don't.
In fairness, I love the meph sessions. Really love them. We have such a good buzz. We're all a fairly good bunch of people and we always have craic with or without drugs. So, the session lasts all weekend. Me though, I have a kid. A career. I can't let this shit fuck up all that! So I stop Sunday afternoon. Still fairly wired and buzzin but with meph I can "be normal". So I think anyway. And I must. I've been stopped by cops so many times and I just chat away with them and they never ask questions or supect anything. I attend meetings and nobody seems to notice. My family don't notice. The only friends that notice are the one's I tell.
How the fuck do they not notice??? I am fucking wired to the moon. I am literally hopping. Jittery as fuck. Do I really control it that much that nobody notices? Possibly! One thing I've really noticed lately is that when I'm in my gaf / work / ma's gaf on my own and I look in the mirror my pupils are dilated. But if people are around, and again I go to the bathroom and check my pupils they're normal. Fucking wierd. Mind over matter maybe.
I digress. Let me at this point apologise for the rambling nature of this post!!
So Sunday night I put my kid to bed. I start on the meph again and go most of the night. Sleep a few hours, get up, bring him to school and go to work. (Should point out here so not to scare anyone... I stay with my family days I have my son!). I know I'm fucked in work. Bags under my eyes. Brain not working properly at all - ah, I wonder how to sort this shit out? How am I going to manage a day in a busy, challenging, thought provoking, high responsibilty job?? Yep. You guessed it.
My week has been like that so far. Since I first found Meph I've lost count of how many weeks have been like that. How I have not fucked up majorly in work is beyond me..... Shit, I must be coming down. They haven't all been feckin like that. The way the mind works at times is mad! To think properly about it - since August 09, I have had maybe 6 weeks that have been as crazy as this.
Another ironic thing I read in this thread is the quantities mentioned. Shit lads, 1-2 g a day? I average about 4g a day. And not because of increasing dosage. The very first bag I bought last August got me pretty much as wired as now and the bag was gone in a few hours. The difference is now my days last 20 - 24 hours when I'm on it. It may be that the stuff in Irish head shops is low grade. But - it's better grade than the mephedrone I tried in a Manchester head shop.
Well, I've shited on long enough now and probably bored half ye to death. The other half may be horrified.
Now, bit of meph to come up again and put the above in a different perspective than my come-down perception of things! 8)
Aaahhhh yes
This is an addiction. Nothing less. Nothing more. What type of addiction? Purely psychological long term (no withdrawal symptoms or uncontrollable cravings). Physical short term (the compulsion to redose). I have beaten worse addictions in the past. I have good role models in my life. I have everything to live for. I may not feel it now hence the inherent negativity in this post. It takes a few days for my brain to return to normal and actually "feel" positive
Wake the fuck up lad. Brilliant happy child. A personality almost everyone seems to like. Young and good looking. My company taking off and making me money despite a recession. Beautiful women. Great friends. Exams I pass with very little study. My life is pretty fucking good.I seem to only remember this shit a few days after the binge ends! %)