Crystal Clouds
Greenlighter
I’ve been using crystal Meth for four going on five years and this drug has wrecked havoc upon my life and mental state to say the very least. I’m actually seriously considering suicide because it seems like the only true way out of this mess i find myself living.
i inject my meth and the doses are getting so monstrous i visibly “tweak” while the rush is still hitting me which is granted 30 minutes to an hour. I’m at about 0.35 - 0.5 every dose and it’s not terrible gear , neither is it top notch however. I’ve been called a “vet” by the entire homeless population in town (who know me very well) and i’m only 19. I rush for my hourish and think to myself “why would i ever stop this drug ?” then go about my day with energy and vigor , happy to just exist. by the time it’s time for bed i hate myself and my life thinking “why am i doing this / how am i ever going to stop this ?”
meth makes me into two different people depending on the high. either horny and completely antisocial where i tend to just masturbate alone in my room to porn or pornographic photos , most of the time both at the same time or very social and yippie , ready to do anything and everything all at once. because of this i can never predict my own behaviors and feel out of control most of the time. in the passenger seat if you will.
when antisocial i lose most of my friends because i’d rather just masturbate than talk to people or strengthen my friendships , but when social everyone wants to be around me and i make friends like the snap of a finger because “i’m fun”
i really don’t know who i am anymore , it feels like i’m a persona of methamphetamine and bipolar rather than who i was born to be.
nobody knows i use besides my family and anyone i trust to keep my dark little secret and most are shocked to hear it because i function very well under the influence and use in hiding. i hold down a job perfectly fine and actually my performance dips everytime i put the drug down for a period of time.
i’ve been homeless for the drug , lost girlfriends for the drug , lost friends for the drug , lost peoples love and affection for the drug , and so so much more , all for another stupid shot. i feel so isolated and trapped which seems like it was the motive of meth to do that to me all along. I’ve built my life up and destroyed it then built it up again and destroyed it again and again. i’m so exhausted by the cycle , it’s the only thing i know for certain will happen .. another “rock bottom”. i’ve even come to the conclusion that “rock bottom” is a fallacy as everytime i think i’m there , i’m able to build back stronger only to fall back down harder.
sex and meth have become one. i’ve never had sex sober in my life because i started using meth at 15 and didn’t even lose my virginity until 16. i’m horrified of sober sex because apparently it is not normal to last infinitely and ultimately choose when you finally bust one. if i were to quit , it’d be as if the were once again a virgin which would destroy my already broken and fragile ego and self-esteem.
when i’m not using i’m just not enjoying life. i can go days , even weeks without meth but it’s always on my mind and i eventually give in. the longest i’ve ever lasted sober was four and a half months and that was with the aid of a 90 day rehab so my stint of sobriety was really just a month and a half if we cancel out the stay at the rehab which was lockdown with 24/7 eyes on me so there was no way i was using anyway. i constantly think to myself “wouldn't this be so much more enjoyable with meth ?” or when i’m up already i think “i could probably use another shot , i’m not rushing anymore.” meth is intruding my every thought.
my problem is i don’t know how to live without this damned drug. if i’m not on i feel off. i can’t listen to music sober , can’t have sex sober , can’t even get out of bed for hours and hours sober.
i’ve tried NA , but the meeting hall is a block away from my pickup spot so even when i have the best intentions of going to a meeting i find myself picking up again. i’ve tried rehabs but because of my age and naïveté i end up getting kicked out for fraternizing almost every time if not for the fact i use in the rehabs or generally just have bad behavior or trouble following simple rules. i’ve tried relocating but i just get intertwined with the homeless population of my new city and wind up back where i started. i’ve tried what seems like everything in the book but there’s always some reason that seems so valid to go back to meth everytime. always. I’m open to suggestions and maybe that’s why i’m making this post. because right now all i can see as a way out is just to kill myself once and for all (i have three failed attempts under my belt already)
someone help so i can help myself. i don’t want to die but maybe that’s what meth wants for me and i just do as a the shard guides.
i inject my meth and the doses are getting so monstrous i visibly “tweak” while the rush is still hitting me which is granted 30 minutes to an hour. I’m at about 0.35 - 0.5 every dose and it’s not terrible gear , neither is it top notch however. I’ve been called a “vet” by the entire homeless population in town (who know me very well) and i’m only 19. I rush for my hourish and think to myself “why would i ever stop this drug ?” then go about my day with energy and vigor , happy to just exist. by the time it’s time for bed i hate myself and my life thinking “why am i doing this / how am i ever going to stop this ?”
meth makes me into two different people depending on the high. either horny and completely antisocial where i tend to just masturbate alone in my room to porn or pornographic photos , most of the time both at the same time or very social and yippie , ready to do anything and everything all at once. because of this i can never predict my own behaviors and feel out of control most of the time. in the passenger seat if you will.
when antisocial i lose most of my friends because i’d rather just masturbate than talk to people or strengthen my friendships , but when social everyone wants to be around me and i make friends like the snap of a finger because “i’m fun”
i really don’t know who i am anymore , it feels like i’m a persona of methamphetamine and bipolar rather than who i was born to be.
nobody knows i use besides my family and anyone i trust to keep my dark little secret and most are shocked to hear it because i function very well under the influence and use in hiding. i hold down a job perfectly fine and actually my performance dips everytime i put the drug down for a period of time.
i’ve been homeless for the drug , lost girlfriends for the drug , lost friends for the drug , lost peoples love and affection for the drug , and so so much more , all for another stupid shot. i feel so isolated and trapped which seems like it was the motive of meth to do that to me all along. I’ve built my life up and destroyed it then built it up again and destroyed it again and again. i’m so exhausted by the cycle , it’s the only thing i know for certain will happen .. another “rock bottom”. i’ve even come to the conclusion that “rock bottom” is a fallacy as everytime i think i’m there , i’m able to build back stronger only to fall back down harder.
sex and meth have become one. i’ve never had sex sober in my life because i started using meth at 15 and didn’t even lose my virginity until 16. i’m horrified of sober sex because apparently it is not normal to last infinitely and ultimately choose when you finally bust one. if i were to quit , it’d be as if the were once again a virgin which would destroy my already broken and fragile ego and self-esteem.
when i’m not using i’m just not enjoying life. i can go days , even weeks without meth but it’s always on my mind and i eventually give in. the longest i’ve ever lasted sober was four and a half months and that was with the aid of a 90 day rehab so my stint of sobriety was really just a month and a half if we cancel out the stay at the rehab which was lockdown with 24/7 eyes on me so there was no way i was using anyway. i constantly think to myself “wouldn't this be so much more enjoyable with meth ?” or when i’m up already i think “i could probably use another shot , i’m not rushing anymore.” meth is intruding my every thought.
my problem is i don’t know how to live without this damned drug. if i’m not on i feel off. i can’t listen to music sober , can’t have sex sober , can’t even get out of bed for hours and hours sober.
i’ve tried NA , but the meeting hall is a block away from my pickup spot so even when i have the best intentions of going to a meeting i find myself picking up again. i’ve tried rehabs but because of my age and naïveté i end up getting kicked out for fraternizing almost every time if not for the fact i use in the rehabs or generally just have bad behavior or trouble following simple rules. i’ve tried relocating but i just get intertwined with the homeless population of my new city and wind up back where i started. i’ve tried what seems like everything in the book but there’s always some reason that seems so valid to go back to meth everytime. always. I’m open to suggestions and maybe that’s why i’m making this post. because right now all i can see as a way out is just to kill myself once and for all (i have three failed attempts under my belt already)
someone help so i can help myself. i don’t want to die but maybe that’s what meth wants for me and i just do as a the shard guides.