wow.^^^thats some good advice. its just that i really cant imagine life without drugs. my main goal is to not stop drugs all together, but to learn self control, and that is something that i have none of. i want to be able to do DXM or acid or E ect. every once in a while. the first thing that pops into my head when i wake up in the morning is how am i gonna get fucked up today, and i hate it, but at the same time i love it. i know that dosnt make sense but im doing my best to describe it
Here's the truth on using under control: it doesn't happen. I along with 100s of other recovering addicts/alcoholics realize this. Sure, you may start with a pill of E once a month. You strive to make sure everything is under control. It is. Ok, so throw in twice a month you're getting fucked up. A few things slip, but you've still got your head above water. You head above water is incentive to throw down whenever a buddy may ask about it or ask you to partake. It snowballs. Don't think you're the exception man. You'll spend years fighting what you cannot handle.
You either start by thinking you can handle it in the beginning and having it snowball, or you do control it. However, the controlling of your substance abuse keeps you in your mind, your cage, your addictive thinking, and you fight with all you have mentally to remember, "just one". Eventually you snowball or you say fuck this, this is way too draining on me. What's that mean? Continued drug use or staying clean. That simple.
I finally brought myself around to realize that, "wow, I've done hard drugs." It doesn't matter how much or how bad I was, the fact is I stepped into a world that is socially forbidden for a fucking reason. I used to hate the anti-drug messages. "Oh they can't handle it. They don't know." Well, they did and they do. Look at everyone who cries out on TDS. How about everyone else on this site? Their life fixates on learning about illegal substances and what dick vein is the best to shoot into. Nobody aside from drug using abusers would want to talk about such filth and pointless bullshit that accomplishes nothing. I don't tell my friend any of my stories. Who gives a fuck if I've done 45 grams of coke in a month and blown $3,000. There's always someone out in the drug world that does more drugs and is worse than you. It's all a giant race to die.
In order for you to succeed, you have to first realize you are not missing out on anything nor are you leaving anything of integrity or importance behind. You have to realize the only way you'll be your own man and a completely unique person is to leave drugs behind.
I used to think I was being unique in doing drugs, being a "rockstar". Fuck, was I out of my mind. The truth is that once you start to demand a fix of anything every day just to be fucked up, you're just like every single other using abuser out there. The feelings are the same: guilt, shame, depression, hopelessness, self-loathing. None of it differs. The results are the same: death, jail, insanity because you do not have anything under control. It will happen to you if you continue. I guarantee you in gold.
When you break the chains of drugs, you realize you can be what you want. There's nothing holding you back. You need to see this man. You're not missing out on anything in the drug world except shady people, shady dealings, overdoses, and minutes that drag to hours every day. You don't want to live for the next "getting fucked up" session.
Back to the suicide comment, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. That is yours. Like you said, everyone differs. I thought of death several times throughout the past couple of years, with me being 22. Times when I thought I would never get out of the bullshit insanity. The cycle.
I had a buddy from rehab who was in his 50s. Such a wonderfully nice, generous, kind man. Had nothing but drinking for all his life. Had tried to quit at different points in his life for all sorts of reasons. Was in rehab saying, and I quote, "I know I can't go back to the bottle because it will kill me, I got to stay away". He knew it in his heart. Well, five months out of rehab, he picked up the bottle again and was thrown right back to where he left off. Decided the only way out of the cycle was a bullet to his head. Such a god damned good man. Shot himself when he saw no other way out of his 30+ year battle to something he always found himself right back in. Sad as fuck man.
That is why I do not belittle people who commit suicide. We all come close at times, but my friend was actually driven to think he had no other way. Every other way failed. I do not call him any names; I was filled with sadness and my heart ached for the pain he felt. Man, brings fucking tears to my eyes now.
One last thing. A couple people mentioned he is not "physically" addicted. This is a great joke. Addiction isn't physical. Addiction is 100% mental.
Let me explain, because I know you're thinking "OMG opiate withdrawal." Keyword? Withdrawal. Your addiction and obsessing about drugs leads your mind to believe that the only way you can calm any physical drug-induced withdrawal is from more of the drug. As in, you're not physically addicted to it, your body is simply withdrawing from the poison you've been administering to it but your mind is saying "more drugs will take the pain away." The fact is more drugs simply prolong the withdrawal and detox process and make it more cumbersome.
What's "physically addicted" translate into? An excuse to continue using. Period.
To the OP, you've already crossed the imaginary line into a world full of unfulfilled promises and hopes for the future. You've experienced everything an addict will in 50 years. It's just they continued thinking something would change when they don't want to change. You have the chance to never do it wrong to that point.