aperson444
Greenlighter
Hello everyone,
I'm not sure why I'm posting here really, but since drugs are relevant to my situation, I thought this would be a good place to dump these thoughts out.
I'm going nowhere in life. I've had problems with depression and (social) anxiety for three or so years now, starting in middle school. I am on treatment right now, and I have made some progress since day one, but I still don't feel like anything is changing. I'm taking Zoloft (just under the maximum dosage for m. depressive disorder) and Wellbutrin XL at the standard dose. I have experience with Prozac and Ativan. I've tried Seroquel, Adderall, and other pharmaceuticals recreationally as well. I have weekly CBT sessions with a psychiatrist. I do all of that, and in the past I've tried to stay positive and be proactive, but it always falls apart. Every time I make some progress, something happens, I get suicidal, and I'm back at square one. To make matters worse, I get incredibly violent mass homicidal thoughts, and they get to a point where I start planning. It's scary and makes me very guilty. So I've decided to take matters into my own hands before I hurt someone. I've been interested in opiates for a long time. I've been around people who have struggled with addiction, and it's scary, but I think to myself: I have nothing to lose. I figure that I could start with hydromorphone or something, and then once I know I'm dependent, take a massive suicidal dose to end it all.
Is there a trigger for these thoughts? Not particularly. I look around and see my situation. I don't have a driver's license. I've never had a real life girlfriend. I have few friends and those friends rarely talk to me. I'm crippled by a fear of social situations and I always feel like I'm being judged. I loathe being alive, I loathe myself, and sometimes I loathe humanity. I don't deserve the shelter I'm given, the food on the table, or anything really. I feel subhuman. I have lost all my motivation, and although I'm not suicidal right now, I would not care if I died/faced death. I've tried many things already, meditation, group therapy, CBT, various medications, self-injury, drugs, exercise, and masturbating for hours a day. I don't have very much freedom; in freshman year my parents found out I smoked cannabis, and they did not like it. Let me rephrase that. They saw weed as equivalent to meth/heroin -- they told me this. I got expelled my sophomore year (high school) for marijuana distribution (I gave 3/4 gram of weed to my friend at school). That was a nightmare. Anyways, basically I'm not allowed to go outside of the house, my parents block certain websites, etc. All because of my supposed "marijuana addiction" (it's in quotes because my use was not even daily, and I spend $20 a month on weed at a maximum).
To be honest, the only thing that has worked and not fallen apart is cannabis. I have stopped doing that out of respect for my parents, but I'm miserable right now. I have persistent nausea, I have uncontrollable tremors (probably from Wellbutrin), and I've started to get paranoid and shaky (also probably from the Wellbutrin). I have no motivation and I am slowly slipping back to that dark place I'm always afraid of. It appears that the only way out is by pharmacological means -- benzos, opiates, alcohol, and stimulants. No one seems to care that I'm miserable, and I've adjusted to becoming okay with that, but no one will let me control my misery in my own ways. I regret not killing myself when I had the chance. I wish I did it. Sorry if I'm coming across as a whiner. I just don't know where else to turn. Nothing is working.
I'm not sure why I'm posting here really, but since drugs are relevant to my situation, I thought this would be a good place to dump these thoughts out.
I'm going nowhere in life. I've had problems with depression and (social) anxiety for three or so years now, starting in middle school. I am on treatment right now, and I have made some progress since day one, but I still don't feel like anything is changing. I'm taking Zoloft (just under the maximum dosage for m. depressive disorder) and Wellbutrin XL at the standard dose. I have experience with Prozac and Ativan. I've tried Seroquel, Adderall, and other pharmaceuticals recreationally as well. I have weekly CBT sessions with a psychiatrist. I do all of that, and in the past I've tried to stay positive and be proactive, but it always falls apart. Every time I make some progress, something happens, I get suicidal, and I'm back at square one. To make matters worse, I get incredibly violent mass homicidal thoughts, and they get to a point where I start planning. It's scary and makes me very guilty. So I've decided to take matters into my own hands before I hurt someone. I've been interested in opiates for a long time. I've been around people who have struggled with addiction, and it's scary, but I think to myself: I have nothing to lose. I figure that I could start with hydromorphone or something, and then once I know I'm dependent, take a massive suicidal dose to end it all.
Is there a trigger for these thoughts? Not particularly. I look around and see my situation. I don't have a driver's license. I've never had a real life girlfriend. I have few friends and those friends rarely talk to me. I'm crippled by a fear of social situations and I always feel like I'm being judged. I loathe being alive, I loathe myself, and sometimes I loathe humanity. I don't deserve the shelter I'm given, the food on the table, or anything really. I feel subhuman. I have lost all my motivation, and although I'm not suicidal right now, I would not care if I died/faced death. I've tried many things already, meditation, group therapy, CBT, various medications, self-injury, drugs, exercise, and masturbating for hours a day. I don't have very much freedom; in freshman year my parents found out I smoked cannabis, and they did not like it. Let me rephrase that. They saw weed as equivalent to meth/heroin -- they told me this. I got expelled my sophomore year (high school) for marijuana distribution (I gave 3/4 gram of weed to my friend at school). That was a nightmare. Anyways, basically I'm not allowed to go outside of the house, my parents block certain websites, etc. All because of my supposed "marijuana addiction" (it's in quotes because my use was not even daily, and I spend $20 a month on weed at a maximum).
To be honest, the only thing that has worked and not fallen apart is cannabis. I have stopped doing that out of respect for my parents, but I'm miserable right now. I have persistent nausea, I have uncontrollable tremors (probably from Wellbutrin), and I've started to get paranoid and shaky (also probably from the Wellbutrin). I have no motivation and I am slowly slipping back to that dark place I'm always afraid of. It appears that the only way out is by pharmacological means -- benzos, opiates, alcohol, and stimulants. No one seems to care that I'm miserable, and I've adjusted to becoming okay with that, but no one will let me control my misery in my own ways. I regret not killing myself when I had the chance. I wish I did it. Sorry if I'm coming across as a whiner. I just don't know where else to turn. Nothing is working.