happyland
Bluelighter
sorry if this is the wrong palce..
So yesterday made 1 year since i fell in love with MDMA, i was responsible at first but soon lost that responsibility. as i was loosing responsibility i started to learn more and more about MDMA and how it worked. i thought supplements and antioxidants would counter the affect or at least slowed it down.. it might have but who knows...it made me feel more protected and gave me the idea that i could do more. i even got a test kit. i like to consider my self a smart e-tard if thats possible. i later found my self on a 3 week binge, my body told me faaak you and brain said slow your roll! i listened for a month in a half befor i began my journey down the wrong path. the week befor 4/20 i gave in and rolled. from that point on i rolled every weekend for 2.5 months befor i gave my self a 2 week break. about a month ago i guess you can say i gave up? starting rolling 3-4 days straight even if it was by myself at home during the day i still had fun..rationalized why i should take one more. ive experienced the zaps, the scary vivid dreams, and most recently anxiety and panic attacks. i can see my cognitive function getting worse. my appearance is starting to show its wear and tear. i think about it i dont really like my self anymore, dont like what I see in the mirror.
things are still fun but the negatives out weigh the positive by a ton. my mind/emotions are all over the place, i dont know what to believe. i dont want to deal with this anymore so i keep rolling trying to hide from the problems. im so close to telling my dad everything just so i know i will get the help but i feel like there would be too many consequences if i did that. i want to do it on my own or at least give it a try. i have a great opportunity to do this. next week im moving back home to Hawaii. ill have a job, have some med insurrence and best of all no bills!
i feel like the root of the problem runs deeper than it appears, my mom got sick when i was 14 and needed life support, i thought eveything was fine but than began to feel like i was a burden to my family cuz they were taking care of my mom most of the time. i guess i made an attempt to ask my dad to send me to a shrink but never got around to it. i started smoking weed at 16 found out hey this stuff is awesome i dont have to deal with anything anymore i can smoke it all away. it made me feel "normal" wasnt sad anymore and was having the best junior and senior year ever! i was frens with everybody, played sports and was a stoner that smoked everyone out haha. 5yrs later i discovered MDMA...holy fuck!! this is fucking amazing!! one year later its proof that it was too good to be true. all those friends i made some of them really really close..i pushed my self away from them because they were worried about me and always giving me shit for doing that stuff so i said fuck it i just wont talk to them..i didnt tell them that i just stop hanging out with them, were still friends but its not the same...i hear what they say to my other friends and it sucks because they care so much but yet i distance my self farther.
i guess what im trying to get at is that i think maybe seeing a shrink? psychiatrist? psychologist? would be the best start for me. but whats the difference? do i pick a random one and give it a shot? sorry i just smoked befor this for give my grammar skills. thanks for reading

So yesterday made 1 year since i fell in love with MDMA, i was responsible at first but soon lost that responsibility. as i was loosing responsibility i started to learn more and more about MDMA and how it worked. i thought supplements and antioxidants would counter the affect or at least slowed it down.. it might have but who knows...it made me feel more protected and gave me the idea that i could do more. i even got a test kit. i like to consider my self a smart e-tard if thats possible. i later found my self on a 3 week binge, my body told me faaak you and brain said slow your roll! i listened for a month in a half befor i began my journey down the wrong path. the week befor 4/20 i gave in and rolled. from that point on i rolled every weekend for 2.5 months befor i gave my self a 2 week break. about a month ago i guess you can say i gave up? starting rolling 3-4 days straight even if it was by myself at home during the day i still had fun..rationalized why i should take one more. ive experienced the zaps, the scary vivid dreams, and most recently anxiety and panic attacks. i can see my cognitive function getting worse. my appearance is starting to show its wear and tear. i think about it i dont really like my self anymore, dont like what I see in the mirror.
things are still fun but the negatives out weigh the positive by a ton. my mind/emotions are all over the place, i dont know what to believe. i dont want to deal with this anymore so i keep rolling trying to hide from the problems. im so close to telling my dad everything just so i know i will get the help but i feel like there would be too many consequences if i did that. i want to do it on my own or at least give it a try. i have a great opportunity to do this. next week im moving back home to Hawaii. ill have a job, have some med insurrence and best of all no bills!
i feel like the root of the problem runs deeper than it appears, my mom got sick when i was 14 and needed life support, i thought eveything was fine but than began to feel like i was a burden to my family cuz they were taking care of my mom most of the time. i guess i made an attempt to ask my dad to send me to a shrink but never got around to it. i started smoking weed at 16 found out hey this stuff is awesome i dont have to deal with anything anymore i can smoke it all away. it made me feel "normal" wasnt sad anymore and was having the best junior and senior year ever! i was frens with everybody, played sports and was a stoner that smoked everyone out haha. 5yrs later i discovered MDMA...holy fuck!! this is fucking amazing!! one year later its proof that it was too good to be true. all those friends i made some of them really really close..i pushed my self away from them because they were worried about me and always giving me shit for doing that stuff so i said fuck it i just wont talk to them..i didnt tell them that i just stop hanging out with them, were still friends but its not the same...i hear what they say to my other friends and it sucks because they care so much but yet i distance my self farther.
i guess what im trying to get at is that i think maybe seeing a shrink? psychiatrist? psychologist? would be the best start for me. but whats the difference? do i pick a random one and give it a shot? sorry i just smoked befor this for give my grammar skills. thanks for reading

