indelibleface
Bluelight Crew
Years ago, I was a mod on the ED forum, I lived and breathed Bluelight, and I made lots of friends here. I met up with a lot of blers in real life, had a lot of fun, and made connections for a lifetime.
Then, fairly regularly, people started dying. Some rather close people to me on bl passed away. It became almost terrifying when a friend would say to me as their first conversation message, "Hey, do you remember <bluelighter username>?" It became expected with some regularity.
Now it's 2021, and it's been 17 years since I first logged into this website. It was easy to keep coming back for a while, to mourn with people as a community and to keep moving forward, keep meeting up with people and communicating. One of my closest and best friends that I'd ever made on bl, Mariposa, passed away several years ago, and it was earth-shattering to me. She lived nearby, and I'd only seen her a few weeks before her death. That was the final straw to me. I couldn't keep coming back here. Part of me still wants to engage, and here I am venting on TDS, on the day I hear again about another old bler passing.
I came really close to not making it myself over the last few years. I almost ruined my life again with substances, and have been now over a year sober. I'm in a good place now, on the right combination of antidepressants and suboxone maintenance. I'm stable. In a way, I guess I don't need Bluelight anymore for its intended purpose. I'd come here for the community still, if I could, but even a lot of my friends here have moved on too. It's just so hard watching people hurt themselves over and over that I care about.
I'm not sure what my original intent was with writing this. I guess it's more of a blog entry. Maybe I'm looking for others who share similar feelings, or at least have some insight. Maybe I'm also reaching out to people and letting them know that after years of substance abuse that people can still change, that troubled Bluelighters can come out the other end stronger and better than before. Probably a combination of all that. I just needed to write it.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. You are appreciated.
Then, fairly regularly, people started dying. Some rather close people to me on bl passed away. It became almost terrifying when a friend would say to me as their first conversation message, "Hey, do you remember <bluelighter username>?" It became expected with some regularity.
Now it's 2021, and it's been 17 years since I first logged into this website. It was easy to keep coming back for a while, to mourn with people as a community and to keep moving forward, keep meeting up with people and communicating. One of my closest and best friends that I'd ever made on bl, Mariposa, passed away several years ago, and it was earth-shattering to me. She lived nearby, and I'd only seen her a few weeks before her death. That was the final straw to me. I couldn't keep coming back here. Part of me still wants to engage, and here I am venting on TDS, on the day I hear again about another old bler passing.
I came really close to not making it myself over the last few years. I almost ruined my life again with substances, and have been now over a year sober. I'm in a good place now, on the right combination of antidepressants and suboxone maintenance. I'm stable. In a way, I guess I don't need Bluelight anymore for its intended purpose. I'd come here for the community still, if I could, but even a lot of my friends here have moved on too. It's just so hard watching people hurt themselves over and over that I care about.
I'm not sure what my original intent was with writing this. I guess it's more of a blog entry. Maybe I'm looking for others who share similar feelings, or at least have some insight. Maybe I'm also reaching out to people and letting them know that after years of substance abuse that people can still change, that troubled Bluelighters can come out the other end stronger and better than before. Probably a combination of all that. I just needed to write it.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. You are appreciated.