Hello Dark Siders. This will probably be a long ass post but I have nothing to lose in explaining it in detail, I always fall back to old habits with my current resources anyway and this seems like a lucid moment. Skip if you don't want to read a long post about boring personal stuff. My home is a socially awkward country so talking about this didn't cross my mind before reading one of the BL stickies on quitting drugs. That, and there's nobody left IRL who has any idea. I've been stuck in this loop for half my life now and I'm ready to get out.
14 months ago a chain of events started, I'll begin there. I had my last manic episode that escalated to a psychotic break, almost got a friend killed during that and got into problems with the law, like losing my driver's license and a bunch of fines for drugs, drunk driving, shoplifting and being an asshole to the cops and guards. I don't remember any of that nor would I normally act that way. This was following a bad breakup of a long and hellish relationship the previous summer that had kept me going on a binge of anything I could get ever since. That was the 3rd psychosis that winter, I never experienced any until all of a sudden they started happening a lot, along with increasingly bad speech/memory problems, tremors and other seemingly neurological issues. Never found out why but it had been years since the last sober day so that was the obvious suspect.
It was the lowest point for years and I withdrew from life completely. My circle of friends has gone down to 0, at least I don't think of the ass flies that show up every few months when I finish a MJ harvest as 'friends'. Now that I'm more sober everyone seems distant, disconnected from my world even though they probably are just the same as always. They're more like a dream, not vivid at all. I went on medication and quit alcohol, benzos, meth, RCs, everything that played a part in my deterioration (and I've stayed off). It took almost a year to start getting any kind of reason for existing back and I'm pretty sure I will never feel 'normal' again no matter what drugs I do or don't. I knew there was a price. There's no cure for cynicism except a bullet to the head or a world full of cynics, frankly the bullet sounds better.
Slowly the momentum has built up and now I'm at the critical point that decides if I stay in seclusion achieving nothing for the next random number of years or finally manage to break that back and forth pattern with drugs and mental problems. I have been off lithium, down to 0.4mg/day of bupre and very anxious to be done with that sneaky motivation killer for good. Haven't set a quit date but it could be as soon as next week when I have a doctor's appointment. So far no manic symptoms. Went through a few grams of MDMA in the hopes of fixing the opioid coldness but it woke up things in me I had forgotten like love for making music, the sciences and a feeling of being 'awake' again. Those things are infinitely more interesting than drugs and killing time at the computer forever. It's also making me want to socialize but I'm too far gone to rebuild anymore, in this place anyway. I guess everyone needs other people but I don't see that happening anymore. Too many fuckups and drug memories in one place and I really can't feel their presence anymore.
But I've been here before. It can last a few months but it always ends in the same thing, boredom. Or rather a lack of purpose. I'm cause-driven and totally lack any long term planning skills until I actually get involved in something. I doubt it's the drugs, been that way since the dawn of my self-awareness. I was a dedicated straight A nerd who channeled everything into studying until I found substances that let me take a break. I had grand plans when I realized (or was told) we were in the age of computer pioneers and coding wasn't as hard as people made it out to be, but then nothing happened. I'm not a proactive person, couldn't find any direction and just drifted away from everything. That's what it ALWAYS ends in, I can't stand the mental downtime. Unless I take drugs, I need constant amusement and there's none to be had from hanging around my old 24/7 poly friends or people who never look beyond their world or explore their existence. There's just nothing to talk about. I need to get into a natural science, learning about them is one of my oldest addictions (I am genuinely thirsty for knowledge when I'm 'myself') and I'm pretty sure I have the potential to understand. The problem is, I first dropped out of society during high school, which I barely finished with shitty hangover grades. After that it was just downhill in random schools, based on how much student loan I could get and how good their IRC/MUD options were. In a nutshell I can't stand people IRL in large doses unless I WANT to be there. Back then I could still handle them a bit better.
So now I'm 32, unemployed and uneducated even though I've had every privilege of a welfare state available and people who used to try to help. The quickest route I can see to start a higher education is to do about a year's worth of classes which people normally take at half my age before being able to apply to a university. Open university can be joined whenever, but in practice having the basic knowledge fresh in memory is required for learning more. Maybe it sounds lame to some but even the amateurish exploration of the unbelievable complexity and beauty of the universe, discussing it with like-minded insomniacs, seeing for myself how progress is accelerating in all fields of science/technology and living in this possibly last stretch of purely natural human evolution is what has kept me going for years. That stuff is probably interesting to most introverts since the picture we have of the universe only resides in people's minds, we can't directly observe most of it. As long as I don't get proper training I will never be able to contribute much or be happy with myself and thus have no way to break this loop of apathy. Drugs are just too easy when you feel crap about yourself all the time and then you get a chain reaction.
I'm posting in the hope that someone else has gone through this (rarely being satisfied without a stimulating activity when sober), maybe even gotten past it and can tell me how to grow some self-discipline and finally get somewhere in life. All these years on drugs have made me timid and that's the last thing I should be. I want to do it but don't know how to even begin. I have nothing left that I care about except what remains of my mind and if this fails I'll run out of years before I have time to learn anything. This is the point where it always starts falling back apart again. Maybe I've chemically abused myself stupid and will fail anyway but I know for certain that right now nothing else seems 'worth it'. Besides, then all these looong posts I write might then have more point to them
Peace and prosperity to all good-willed folk from the land of the midnight sun!
14 months ago a chain of events started, I'll begin there. I had my last manic episode that escalated to a psychotic break, almost got a friend killed during that and got into problems with the law, like losing my driver's license and a bunch of fines for drugs, drunk driving, shoplifting and being an asshole to the cops and guards. I don't remember any of that nor would I normally act that way. This was following a bad breakup of a long and hellish relationship the previous summer that had kept me going on a binge of anything I could get ever since. That was the 3rd psychosis that winter, I never experienced any until all of a sudden they started happening a lot, along with increasingly bad speech/memory problems, tremors and other seemingly neurological issues. Never found out why but it had been years since the last sober day so that was the obvious suspect.
It was the lowest point for years and I withdrew from life completely. My circle of friends has gone down to 0, at least I don't think of the ass flies that show up every few months when I finish a MJ harvest as 'friends'. Now that I'm more sober everyone seems distant, disconnected from my world even though they probably are just the same as always. They're more like a dream, not vivid at all. I went on medication and quit alcohol, benzos, meth, RCs, everything that played a part in my deterioration (and I've stayed off). It took almost a year to start getting any kind of reason for existing back and I'm pretty sure I will never feel 'normal' again no matter what drugs I do or don't. I knew there was a price. There's no cure for cynicism except a bullet to the head or a world full of cynics, frankly the bullet sounds better.
Slowly the momentum has built up and now I'm at the critical point that decides if I stay in seclusion achieving nothing for the next random number of years or finally manage to break that back and forth pattern with drugs and mental problems. I have been off lithium, down to 0.4mg/day of bupre and very anxious to be done with that sneaky motivation killer for good. Haven't set a quit date but it could be as soon as next week when I have a doctor's appointment. So far no manic symptoms. Went through a few grams of MDMA in the hopes of fixing the opioid coldness but it woke up things in me I had forgotten like love for making music, the sciences and a feeling of being 'awake' again. Those things are infinitely more interesting than drugs and killing time at the computer forever. It's also making me want to socialize but I'm too far gone to rebuild anymore, in this place anyway. I guess everyone needs other people but I don't see that happening anymore. Too many fuckups and drug memories in one place and I really can't feel their presence anymore.
But I've been here before. It can last a few months but it always ends in the same thing, boredom. Or rather a lack of purpose. I'm cause-driven and totally lack any long term planning skills until I actually get involved in something. I doubt it's the drugs, been that way since the dawn of my self-awareness. I was a dedicated straight A nerd who channeled everything into studying until I found substances that let me take a break. I had grand plans when I realized (or was told) we were in the age of computer pioneers and coding wasn't as hard as people made it out to be, but then nothing happened. I'm not a proactive person, couldn't find any direction and just drifted away from everything. That's what it ALWAYS ends in, I can't stand the mental downtime. Unless I take drugs, I need constant amusement and there's none to be had from hanging around my old 24/7 poly friends or people who never look beyond their world or explore their existence. There's just nothing to talk about. I need to get into a natural science, learning about them is one of my oldest addictions (I am genuinely thirsty for knowledge when I'm 'myself') and I'm pretty sure I have the potential to understand. The problem is, I first dropped out of society during high school, which I barely finished with shitty hangover grades. After that it was just downhill in random schools, based on how much student loan I could get and how good their IRC/MUD options were. In a nutshell I can't stand people IRL in large doses unless I WANT to be there. Back then I could still handle them a bit better.
So now I'm 32, unemployed and uneducated even though I've had every privilege of a welfare state available and people who used to try to help. The quickest route I can see to start a higher education is to do about a year's worth of classes which people normally take at half my age before being able to apply to a university. Open university can be joined whenever, but in practice having the basic knowledge fresh in memory is required for learning more. Maybe it sounds lame to some but even the amateurish exploration of the unbelievable complexity and beauty of the universe, discussing it with like-minded insomniacs, seeing for myself how progress is accelerating in all fields of science/technology and living in this possibly last stretch of purely natural human evolution is what has kept me going for years. That stuff is probably interesting to most introverts since the picture we have of the universe only resides in people's minds, we can't directly observe most of it. As long as I don't get proper training I will never be able to contribute much or be happy with myself and thus have no way to break this loop of apathy. Drugs are just too easy when you feel crap about yourself all the time and then you get a chain reaction.
I'm posting in the hope that someone else has gone through this (rarely being satisfied without a stimulating activity when sober), maybe even gotten past it and can tell me how to grow some self-discipline and finally get somewhere in life. All these years on drugs have made me timid and that's the last thing I should be. I want to do it but don't know how to even begin. I have nothing left that I care about except what remains of my mind and if this fails I'll run out of years before I have time to learn anything. This is the point where it always starts falling back apart again. Maybe I've chemically abused myself stupid and will fail anyway but I know for certain that right now nothing else seems 'worth it'. Besides, then all these looong posts I write might then have more point to them
Peace and prosperity to all good-willed folk from the land of the midnight sun!



