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Bluelighter
First off I want to say that I am not implying drug users or drug use is immature. I simply could not think of a title that is more appropriate. I just wanted to post this summation of my experience of about 10 years of drug use/abuse and at this time I really don't have any other outlet that wouldn't leave me in fear of damaging my professional image and future. If anyone actually takes the time to read this well, that is neat :D.
I got into the "scene" in highschool. My first experience was with LSD, up to that point i'd never tried anything even pot. I didn't really understand anything about drugs, how they worked or what they did. I just knew they were bad and not to do them. My first experience with LSD broke every perception I had about illegal drugs and opened up a world to me. For all of highschool (5 years of it) I totally immersed myself in the world of drugs. I lived and breathed it around friends and tried to hide it among my family. I thought I was slick and doing a good job but in retrospect was beyond delusional. I did everything I could, in ridiculous amounts with no regard that it might have been dangerous. I saw friends die, fall out with people they loved and almost did both myself.
I reached a peak where living and deluding myself and people around me that I wasn't a train wreck just wasn't possible. Between legal problems and social pressure I unwillingly ended my use of drugs completely. For years there was not a day I wasn't bitter, angry and didn't reminisce about the days I lived life on the edge. For years I lived in anger that I couldn't go back to it and dreaming about the day I would and how i'd hit the shit even harder then ever. I was going to be the awe of everyone I knew, the guy who had the best shit and did it in crazy amounts yet still kept his shit. That was my goal for every year I was on probation and lived at home. I hated the system and my family because they kept me from living life as I honestly wanted.
During my time being clean I couldn't get drugs out of my head and honestly couldnt' use. I ended up taking interest in them in another way and found myself having a general interest in medicine, chemistry and pharmacology. I ended up unwilling going to school and declared my major as nursing (though I never intended to graduate, I was always planning the day i'd be back living the good life) ended up actually learning many things relevant to my past. It was rough, I had alot of emotional issues during it and never thought i'd make it.
Amazingly by the time I got my prereqs done between school and personal initiative I had a pretty good understanding of pharmacology particularly of psychotropics. At this point looking back at my life I realized I should have died, many many times. I don't know how I lived, I was like a toddler with a handgun so to speak.
I honestly lost my will to use, I had my brother almost die to "Research Chemicals" and saw people weekly through their lives away and hurt themselves. Not because of drugs they used but more because they didn't have a clue what they were doing lack of understanding is just as dangerous as cut or dirty needles. I felt guilty even taking a small dose of ADHD meds seeing the sort of things I saw.
This is long sorry
ill finish up my rant. Anyway now im starting my first semester of Med School (fucking scarey eh?) and looking back on the impact psychoactives have had on my life is just a trip in its own. I should have died but I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't been through it. I see drugs play a huge part in ruining lives but I also see them save lives and honestly wouldn't have got through school without adderall probably.
I guess the point of this whole thing is to anyone out there who feels they have no hope, hang in there because its pretty amazing how shit can change.
Disclaimer: I am not trying to preach or spew hate about drugs or those who use them. Ive met alot of responsible people for whom drug use is a part of life not a controlling factor in it. I can't be one of those people personally but that is just me.
I got into the "scene" in highschool. My first experience was with LSD, up to that point i'd never tried anything even pot. I didn't really understand anything about drugs, how they worked or what they did. I just knew they were bad and not to do them. My first experience with LSD broke every perception I had about illegal drugs and opened up a world to me. For all of highschool (5 years of it) I totally immersed myself in the world of drugs. I lived and breathed it around friends and tried to hide it among my family. I thought I was slick and doing a good job but in retrospect was beyond delusional. I did everything I could, in ridiculous amounts with no regard that it might have been dangerous. I saw friends die, fall out with people they loved and almost did both myself.
I reached a peak where living and deluding myself and people around me that I wasn't a train wreck just wasn't possible. Between legal problems and social pressure I unwillingly ended my use of drugs completely. For years there was not a day I wasn't bitter, angry and didn't reminisce about the days I lived life on the edge. For years I lived in anger that I couldn't go back to it and dreaming about the day I would and how i'd hit the shit even harder then ever. I was going to be the awe of everyone I knew, the guy who had the best shit and did it in crazy amounts yet still kept his shit. That was my goal for every year I was on probation and lived at home. I hated the system and my family because they kept me from living life as I honestly wanted.
During my time being clean I couldn't get drugs out of my head and honestly couldnt' use. I ended up taking interest in them in another way and found myself having a general interest in medicine, chemistry and pharmacology. I ended up unwilling going to school and declared my major as nursing (though I never intended to graduate, I was always planning the day i'd be back living the good life) ended up actually learning many things relevant to my past. It was rough, I had alot of emotional issues during it and never thought i'd make it.
Amazingly by the time I got my prereqs done between school and personal initiative I had a pretty good understanding of pharmacology particularly of psychotropics. At this point looking back at my life I realized I should have died, many many times. I don't know how I lived, I was like a toddler with a handgun so to speak.
I honestly lost my will to use, I had my brother almost die to "Research Chemicals" and saw people weekly through their lives away and hurt themselves. Not because of drugs they used but more because they didn't have a clue what they were doing lack of understanding is just as dangerous as cut or dirty needles. I felt guilty even taking a small dose of ADHD meds seeing the sort of things I saw.
This is long sorry
ill finish up my rant. Anyway now im starting my first semester of Med School (fucking scarey eh?) and looking back on the impact psychoactives have had on my life is just a trip in its own. I should have died but I wouldn't be where I am today if I hadn't been through it. I see drugs play a huge part in ruining lives but I also see them save lives and honestly wouldn't have got through school without adderall probably.I guess the point of this whole thing is to anyone out there who feels they have no hope, hang in there because its pretty amazing how shit can change.
Disclaimer: I am not trying to preach or spew hate about drugs or those who use them. Ive met alot of responsible people for whom drug use is a part of life not a controlling factor in it. I can't be one of those people personally but that is just me.
