Nom de Plume
Bluelighter
For me, sobriety lowers my quality of life and drug use improve it substantially. I have severe anxiety, social phobia, agoraphobia, stage fright, fear of sleeping at night, OCD, intrusive thoughts, hypochodriasis, and the list goes on.
What has worked for me other than booze, benzos, and barbiturates (or other CNS depressants)? Nothing.
SSRI's kill my dick, cause avolition and anhedonia, destroy my libido, and cause suicidal ideation.
I wasted two years trying cognitive-behavioral therapy only to realize I had not changed at all and that the therapy was nothing more than one form of social science's many types of cargo cult, popularly promulgated, experimental, time-wasting theoretical malarkey.
So, what then, if not rapaciously quaffing libations and liberally popping sedatives/hypnotics, is a neurotic person to do? I shan't suffer with sobriety merely to appease society and satisfy the hoi polloi and anti-drug crusaders whilst I, myself, suffer with the angst, insomnia, plethora of phobias, and intense panic attacks accompanying the lack of inebriation sobriety entails and necessitates.
I sometimes secretly wish that everyone who so zealously and condescendingly advocate and ballyhoo the superiority of sobriety over intemperance be temporarily stricken with a fusillade of debilitating anxiety disorders. Within 48 hours, their minds will have surely been changed permanently, I say.
What has worked for me other than booze, benzos, and barbiturates (or other CNS depressants)? Nothing.
SSRI's kill my dick, cause avolition and anhedonia, destroy my libido, and cause suicidal ideation.
I wasted two years trying cognitive-behavioral therapy only to realize I had not changed at all and that the therapy was nothing more than one form of social science's many types of cargo cult, popularly promulgated, experimental, time-wasting theoretical malarkey.
So, what then, if not rapaciously quaffing libations and liberally popping sedatives/hypnotics, is a neurotic person to do? I shan't suffer with sobriety merely to appease society and satisfy the hoi polloi and anti-drug crusaders whilst I, myself, suffer with the angst, insomnia, plethora of phobias, and intense panic attacks accompanying the lack of inebriation sobriety entails and necessitates.
I sometimes secretly wish that everyone who so zealously and condescendingly advocate and ballyhoo the superiority of sobriety over intemperance be temporarily stricken with a fusillade of debilitating anxiety disorders. Within 48 hours, their minds will have surely been changed permanently, I say.