PsychedelicWizard
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2014
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Well things were downhill for the last six months or so, but it really got bad recently when my boyfriend basically kicked me out, although he did help me get my own apartment and has visited quite a bit since, but I realize now that he's made it clear I'm no longer welcome to move back with him, and it has pretty much devastated me. Before him I moved to this new city and was meeting quite a lot of people, really starting to get my life going, but one thing lead to another and I started to get more and more alienated from others until I found him and we really had a lot of fun together, although it pretty much destroyed my social life. Got into drugs more heavily, particularly crystal, and started to lie about my use, get involved with shady characters I didn't want to be involved with, until it all just hit the fan at once, ended up in the psyche ward and basically the whole thing fell apart, with not just me and him, but strangely everyone that was in what seemed like a promising social circle.
Just sort of fell apart after that, haven't really been the same since. Before I felt that the world was full of opportunity, and felt such excitement to go out exploring, but now, I feel chained and stuck in a hellish loop of poverty and despair. To make matters worse, I happen to run into the wrong crowd when I finally begin getting my separate life going, and some tweakers steal my phone, money, and basically leave me fucked for getting any kind of business started. To make matters worse I've now lost my potential to get involved with the drug crowd who isn't so fucked up, as I'm in this weird cage of being reliant upon the same fuckers who took my stuff, as they do come up with speed and the withdrawal is just hell to avoid, and my opinions then fluctuate on them, as I feel myself now one of them, even going as far as to take from other tweakers and emulate their behavior.
It really is depressing. The last two years of my life were just a trainwreck. I came to this new city with the intention of getting into a rave scene (never seemed to find it), finding some solid PLUR-type Neo-hippies and just having a great life, getting a business going, but instead, just met the wrong type of person after the wrong type of person and ended up just totally demoralized and feeling alienated and shitty. Doesn't help matters any that this seems to be the norm from what I've heard from other strangers, seems this place is just cursed with perpetual unhappiness.
It really sucks to realize that your dreams were shattered, especially because it wasn't even my own fault, most of my losses in money, time, and relationships, were because of other people who abused me and took from me, literally making me lose my faith in humanity. And it just seems like I'm cursed, because whenever there was that person who could've broken me out of this hell, whenever I had that opportunity to get out, some bullshit always got in the way, every single time! It is like I'm in hell being punished.
The worst part is I literally did live selflessly and tried to please people and make the world a better place, and for all my hard efforts, I just got burned over and over, until I was left with nothing. I tried to get involved with counselling and the local mental health team, but after waiting five weeks, all I got was a psychiatrist who just wanted to push anti-depressants on me, despite me telling him over and over that the sexual dysfunction and weight gain (among other horrible shit like depersonalization) meant I'd rather be miserable as I am, than a zoned-out zombie who is truly dead. So much for that. I go to the food bank and they give enough food to last a few days, a week at most, and only allow you to come once a month.
The disability office gives enough money to sustain the apartment, that's about it, and I've burned through all my savings, and worst of all as it comes to drugs, most of the drugs I bought ended up with me being ripped off or people taking it from me and using me then vanishing without a trace.
So being completely broke, socially alienated, desperate, going through withdrawals, and mental health problems (mainly OCD), just makes me really feel depressed.
It feels like a surreal nightmare, like some sort of Twilight Zone episode of what could go wrong if I chose every wrong turn, when I had it all so perfectly worked out. The worst kicker though is I can honestly state the largest reason for my decline is other people. Me loving people and trying to help them lead to my destruction, that is the worst part. If I had done it to myself through abusing drugs (although that is part of the problem), I'd at least not feel so depressed, because I'd get rehab-type help and change, but the reality is that an oppressive class-system that means everyone is in the same poverty bullshit boat while the 1% live these ridiculous fairy-tale lives, a bunch of people with a every-man-for-themselves mindset that somehow found me and sucked me dry before people that would share my loving ideals swarmed me, and a broken system that offers zero real support, just keeps you alive like on life support, instead of offering any real hope.
Just not sure what to do. Being broke, in withdrawal, heartbroken, alone, and having your faith destroyed by the realization of a shitty world and how it could've easily been avoided if I just had met some decent people instead, really makes it hard to go on.
Any advice?
Just sort of fell apart after that, haven't really been the same since. Before I felt that the world was full of opportunity, and felt such excitement to go out exploring, but now, I feel chained and stuck in a hellish loop of poverty and despair. To make matters worse, I happen to run into the wrong crowd when I finally begin getting my separate life going, and some tweakers steal my phone, money, and basically leave me fucked for getting any kind of business started. To make matters worse I've now lost my potential to get involved with the drug crowd who isn't so fucked up, as I'm in this weird cage of being reliant upon the same fuckers who took my stuff, as they do come up with speed and the withdrawal is just hell to avoid, and my opinions then fluctuate on them, as I feel myself now one of them, even going as far as to take from other tweakers and emulate their behavior.
It really is depressing. The last two years of my life were just a trainwreck. I came to this new city with the intention of getting into a rave scene (never seemed to find it), finding some solid PLUR-type Neo-hippies and just having a great life, getting a business going, but instead, just met the wrong type of person after the wrong type of person and ended up just totally demoralized and feeling alienated and shitty. Doesn't help matters any that this seems to be the norm from what I've heard from other strangers, seems this place is just cursed with perpetual unhappiness.
It really sucks to realize that your dreams were shattered, especially because it wasn't even my own fault, most of my losses in money, time, and relationships, were because of other people who abused me and took from me, literally making me lose my faith in humanity. And it just seems like I'm cursed, because whenever there was that person who could've broken me out of this hell, whenever I had that opportunity to get out, some bullshit always got in the way, every single time! It is like I'm in hell being punished.
The worst part is I literally did live selflessly and tried to please people and make the world a better place, and for all my hard efforts, I just got burned over and over, until I was left with nothing. I tried to get involved with counselling and the local mental health team, but after waiting five weeks, all I got was a psychiatrist who just wanted to push anti-depressants on me, despite me telling him over and over that the sexual dysfunction and weight gain (among other horrible shit like depersonalization) meant I'd rather be miserable as I am, than a zoned-out zombie who is truly dead. So much for that. I go to the food bank and they give enough food to last a few days, a week at most, and only allow you to come once a month.
The disability office gives enough money to sustain the apartment, that's about it, and I've burned through all my savings, and worst of all as it comes to drugs, most of the drugs I bought ended up with me being ripped off or people taking it from me and using me then vanishing without a trace.
So being completely broke, socially alienated, desperate, going through withdrawals, and mental health problems (mainly OCD), just makes me really feel depressed.
It feels like a surreal nightmare, like some sort of Twilight Zone episode of what could go wrong if I chose every wrong turn, when I had it all so perfectly worked out. The worst kicker though is I can honestly state the largest reason for my decline is other people. Me loving people and trying to help them lead to my destruction, that is the worst part. If I had done it to myself through abusing drugs (although that is part of the problem), I'd at least not feel so depressed, because I'd get rehab-type help and change, but the reality is that an oppressive class-system that means everyone is in the same poverty bullshit boat while the 1% live these ridiculous fairy-tale lives, a bunch of people with a every-man-for-themselves mindset that somehow found me and sucked me dry before people that would share my loving ideals swarmed me, and a broken system that offers zero real support, just keeps you alive like on life support, instead of offering any real hope.
Just not sure what to do. Being broke, in withdrawal, heartbroken, alone, and having your faith destroyed by the realization of a shitty world and how it could've easily been avoided if I just had met some decent people instead, really makes it hard to go on.
Any advice?

