Frank Lucas
Bluelighter
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- Jun 17, 2008
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When I had a happy and fulfilling life, every drug I did made me feel good. I was in a loving 5 year relationship with 2 awesome kids, a nice car, and a nice apartment.
Now, it's 2009 and I have not spoken to the love of my life in over 6 months. Seeing my children on Sundays is a torturous reminder of how carefree and happy life used to be.
I have to call my probation officer 3X a day at 9AM, 6PM and 10PM. I go to out patient 2X week. I go to AA meetings 7X a week. I get drug tested 3X a week. I pay $100 a week in fines. I pay $100 a week in child support. I make $200 a week. I don't have a drivers license, and even when I get it back, I won't be able to afford insurance. I feel like a hamster in a wheel.
Now, every time I've dabbled with something since September 24, 2008 (the last day I smoked weed, the last illegal drug I let go of), I've had difficult experiences. When I smoked Spice and Zohai (something I had enjoyed in the past), I got panic attacks. The last time was the worst, with the Suboxone 2 weeks ago. I was sitting in a chair with my eyes closed and my head down as I felt really sick from it. Then the voices started - and I've never a voice before in my life. Voices telling me what a terrible waste I was and to kill myself. They were loud and distant at the same time. They all sounded the same, but they spoke so fast and with a timbre that sounded like no human voice and nothing like my normal internal dialog. I say "voices" because even though they all sounded the same, there were many speaking at once. It was terrifying as I had no contol over them except to shake my head and try to keep my eyes open. I thought of an episode of some documetary where the demon told the exorcist to call him "legion, for we are many." That was fucked up. All from taking a fucking suboxone. So yeah, don't do drugs if you're disturbed in any way. The one I did isn't something I consider remotely psychedelic, and those were most severe psychotic symptoms I ever experienced.
I wonder if this is why some people lose their minds taking drugs. I could never grasp how that happened, but I think I know now. I feel like life just sucks too much right now to enjoy any drug, even an opiate. I think. I guess. It was just a wierd experience, thanks for reading.
Now, it's 2009 and I have not spoken to the love of my life in over 6 months. Seeing my children on Sundays is a torturous reminder of how carefree and happy life used to be.
I have to call my probation officer 3X a day at 9AM, 6PM and 10PM. I go to out patient 2X week. I go to AA meetings 7X a week. I get drug tested 3X a week. I pay $100 a week in fines. I pay $100 a week in child support. I make $200 a week. I don't have a drivers license, and even when I get it back, I won't be able to afford insurance. I feel like a hamster in a wheel.
Now, every time I've dabbled with something since September 24, 2008 (the last day I smoked weed, the last illegal drug I let go of), I've had difficult experiences. When I smoked Spice and Zohai (something I had enjoyed in the past), I got panic attacks. The last time was the worst, with the Suboxone 2 weeks ago. I was sitting in a chair with my eyes closed and my head down as I felt really sick from it. Then the voices started - and I've never a voice before in my life. Voices telling me what a terrible waste I was and to kill myself. They were loud and distant at the same time. They all sounded the same, but they spoke so fast and with a timbre that sounded like no human voice and nothing like my normal internal dialog. I say "voices" because even though they all sounded the same, there were many speaking at once. It was terrifying as I had no contol over them except to shake my head and try to keep my eyes open. I thought of an episode of some documetary where the demon told the exorcist to call him "legion, for we are many." That was fucked up. All from taking a fucking suboxone. So yeah, don't do drugs if you're disturbed in any way. The one I did isn't something I consider remotely psychedelic, and those were most severe psychotic symptoms I ever experienced.
I wonder if this is why some people lose their minds taking drugs. I could never grasp how that happened, but I think I know now. I feel like life just sucks too much right now to enjoy any drug, even an opiate. I think. I guess. It was just a wierd experience, thanks for reading.