dilated_pupils
Bluelighter
I grew up with the world in my hands, intelligent with a promising future. I no longer see this in myself and it stems from my use, but not that alone.
My values have severely been effected and I will explain.
At the age of 16 I started using cocaine, around 17-18 opiates and then I got on suboxone. Cocaine use was rapid during this time, all the way up until my first semester in college where I started selling it to pay for my use. Then I only passed a few classes and never went back.
I had used psychedelics on and off my whole life, with no problems, other than an occasional hard to deal with trip, but I started more heavy into research chemicals the past 4 years or so of my life. First with the mdpv and now the substitutes. I've lost all my friends, I have no motivation to even want any, people will try to make plans and even if I do hang out with anyone I don't feel myself. I'm not open or outgoing, I'm thinking about using the whole time, and even if I'm not thinking about using I feel a lack of substance in everything I'm saying anymore.
I've had no job for many years, I just do odd jobs for my family to make enough cash to live. I'm 25 and just got back home from a 2 1/2 months rehab after getting into a halfway house and using and obviously I got kicked out.
The positives are I'm off probation. The negatives are I've also went from that promising child (which whom I look to a lot for what should be inspiration but it turns to despair) to a nothing. My father owns a business and I'm not involved what so ever, and I don't blame him I am not as dependable as I'd like to think, however I do usually remain to be an honest and forthcoming person when it comes down to it. I've always valued honor and honesty and I try to work on these things daily. They shouldn't be things I work on though! The me I always thought I was seems to be dead, and what is left is a man who knows what he believes but has no way to live it other than when I'm high (or so I feel).
I've been having issues with apparent OD's which lead me to psych hospitals and it's gotten bad lately. Two trips to them within a month or so. I know if I were to leave the home I'd probably end up being a bum and just using without the psych stuff getting involved but since I'm not doing this I guess I want some help to a degree either that or I'm incapable of understanding how badly I need to get to a better location to live. I haven't had a girlfriend for a few years now, with only one random hookup I feel very unmotivated to even want to get close to anyone. I definitely know it isn't hard to get laid but the last thing I need is to go live that lifestyle alongside with how I'm feeling when I'm alone. That is truly not the person I want to be.
At times I feel like I've allowed people to make my decisions for me which may have been the only option in the surrounding minds of people seeing me use. I then feel angry and resentful towards my self but because I don't voice myself because I don't yell or get verbally angry. Instead I act calm and then just use my drugs to allow these feelings to subside. Sometimes it works sometimes I become self destructive and don't even follow safe procedures in my use. Someone recently asked me to at least draw the line with my use, and even though I'm the type of person whom likes pushing the boundaries, I've become the guy who allows the drug to draw the lines and sometimes they are not even holding me back and I go way past that.
I want to get better, I want to be the me I can be, I'm 25 and have a lot of things I need and want to accomplish. I feel like if I was given the opportunity to succeed I would gladly take it and honor it. But then again I have nothing to reinforce my confidence in this aspect of my life and it hurts me greatly. I've exposed my family to my use much more than I ever thought possible, to them finding needles - I never thought I'd ever tell them let alone become the guy found on the floor with a needle next to him and blood on his arm.
I am happy to know I'm still supported by those who love me still (some how). I keep getting chance after chance while meanwhile I plan relapse as I hear this, which is quite sickening I suppose. I don't mean to sound so disrespectful but I don't know what to do.
I don't know exactly what I'm asking for here, maybe just some real words, criticism or some love, either way I'm down to read the responses and work with myself. I just started lamictal again and I'm doubtful of it being a god send, but I am going to play the role of the user trying to get help as much as I can and maybe my eyes will open to the fact this is what I needed along the way. Who knows though? Much love to BL for still being here for me, this is better than anything else I've been able to get through to a therapist in a long time.
-dilated_pupils
My values have severely been effected and I will explain.
At the age of 16 I started using cocaine, around 17-18 opiates and then I got on suboxone. Cocaine use was rapid during this time, all the way up until my first semester in college where I started selling it to pay for my use. Then I only passed a few classes and never went back.
I had used psychedelics on and off my whole life, with no problems, other than an occasional hard to deal with trip, but I started more heavy into research chemicals the past 4 years or so of my life. First with the mdpv and now the substitutes. I've lost all my friends, I have no motivation to even want any, people will try to make plans and even if I do hang out with anyone I don't feel myself. I'm not open or outgoing, I'm thinking about using the whole time, and even if I'm not thinking about using I feel a lack of substance in everything I'm saying anymore.
I've had no job for many years, I just do odd jobs for my family to make enough cash to live. I'm 25 and just got back home from a 2 1/2 months rehab after getting into a halfway house and using and obviously I got kicked out.
The positives are I'm off probation. The negatives are I've also went from that promising child (which whom I look to a lot for what should be inspiration but it turns to despair) to a nothing. My father owns a business and I'm not involved what so ever, and I don't blame him I am not as dependable as I'd like to think, however I do usually remain to be an honest and forthcoming person when it comes down to it. I've always valued honor and honesty and I try to work on these things daily. They shouldn't be things I work on though! The me I always thought I was seems to be dead, and what is left is a man who knows what he believes but has no way to live it other than when I'm high (or so I feel).
I've been having issues with apparent OD's which lead me to psych hospitals and it's gotten bad lately. Two trips to them within a month or so. I know if I were to leave the home I'd probably end up being a bum and just using without the psych stuff getting involved but since I'm not doing this I guess I want some help to a degree either that or I'm incapable of understanding how badly I need to get to a better location to live. I haven't had a girlfriend for a few years now, with only one random hookup I feel very unmotivated to even want to get close to anyone. I definitely know it isn't hard to get laid but the last thing I need is to go live that lifestyle alongside with how I'm feeling when I'm alone. That is truly not the person I want to be.
At times I feel like I've allowed people to make my decisions for me which may have been the only option in the surrounding minds of people seeing me use. I then feel angry and resentful towards my self but because I don't voice myself because I don't yell or get verbally angry. Instead I act calm and then just use my drugs to allow these feelings to subside. Sometimes it works sometimes I become self destructive and don't even follow safe procedures in my use. Someone recently asked me to at least draw the line with my use, and even though I'm the type of person whom likes pushing the boundaries, I've become the guy who allows the drug to draw the lines and sometimes they are not even holding me back and I go way past that.
I want to get better, I want to be the me I can be, I'm 25 and have a lot of things I need and want to accomplish. I feel like if I was given the opportunity to succeed I would gladly take it and honor it. But then again I have nothing to reinforce my confidence in this aspect of my life and it hurts me greatly. I've exposed my family to my use much more than I ever thought possible, to them finding needles - I never thought I'd ever tell them let alone become the guy found on the floor with a needle next to him and blood on his arm.
I am happy to know I'm still supported by those who love me still (some how). I keep getting chance after chance while meanwhile I plan relapse as I hear this, which is quite sickening I suppose. I don't mean to sound so disrespectful but I don't know what to do.
I don't know exactly what I'm asking for here, maybe just some real words, criticism or some love, either way I'm down to read the responses and work with myself. I just started lamictal again and I'm doubtful of it being a god send, but I am going to play the role of the user trying to get help as much as I can and maybe my eyes will open to the fact this is what I needed along the way. Who knows though? Much love to BL for still being here for me, this is better than anything else I've been able to get through to a therapist in a long time.
-dilated_pupils

