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Bluelighter
I’m having a really hard time these days regaining any kind of self respect I might have had before this nightmare started almost ten years ago. I am now 28, unemployed and living at my moms, just feeling like garbage about myself.
At 19 I had my first full blown psychotic break induced by high potency THC. This scared off my friends from high school and I have been thought of a freak in my hometown ever since. I had been convinced that certain numbers I was seeing were messages from “the divine” as I’d say and was convinced I was on some kind of mission to save the world. Absolutely pathetic and embarrassing. After being shot with abilify in the hospital, I had another episode about a month later after smoking weed again. You would think I would’ve been scared straight but the cycle just went on and on.
Over the following years I spent a fair amount of time buying drugs online, and lost it again several times from LSD and ketamine among other things. I was just bound and determined to keep experimenting even though it wreaked havoc on my life in the most extreme sense. Any relationship I might’ve had deteriorated and I was left fuming and feeling sorry for myself each time I’d get out of the hospital. A few times I was kicked out of my moms and had to go to a few rehabs. None of these helped and arguably made things worse.
At this point I have nothing whatsoever to show for my life despite being given opportunities to go to college and better myself. I have no friends, no money, and would be on the street if it wasn’t for family taking me in. I have been in the psych ward over 20 times and have little confidence that I’ll ever be able to function normally. When I’m not using drugs, I’m never psychotic, but the toll the hospital stays has taken on me has made me develop other issues.
Just needed to vent a little bit because I’ve really been feeling worthless lately.
At 19 I had my first full blown psychotic break induced by high potency THC. This scared off my friends from high school and I have been thought of a freak in my hometown ever since. I had been convinced that certain numbers I was seeing were messages from “the divine” as I’d say and was convinced I was on some kind of mission to save the world. Absolutely pathetic and embarrassing. After being shot with abilify in the hospital, I had another episode about a month later after smoking weed again. You would think I would’ve been scared straight but the cycle just went on and on.
Over the following years I spent a fair amount of time buying drugs online, and lost it again several times from LSD and ketamine among other things. I was just bound and determined to keep experimenting even though it wreaked havoc on my life in the most extreme sense. Any relationship I might’ve had deteriorated and I was left fuming and feeling sorry for myself each time I’d get out of the hospital. A few times I was kicked out of my moms and had to go to a few rehabs. None of these helped and arguably made things worse.
At this point I have nothing whatsoever to show for my life despite being given opportunities to go to college and better myself. I have no friends, no money, and would be on the street if it wasn’t for family taking me in. I have been in the psych ward over 20 times and have little confidence that I’ll ever be able to function normally. When I’m not using drugs, I’m never psychotic, but the toll the hospital stays has taken on me has made me develop other issues.
Just needed to vent a little bit because I’ve really been feeling worthless lately.