Miss Kirsty
Bluelighter
If it makes you feel good, then i dont see why you HAVE to give it up...As long as it dont make you feel paranoid,or any other bad feelings, then you should be ok to remain using as you do...Only you truly know mate...
I am a heroin addict so maybe I can offer some insight.
Insight one: Heroin is too expensive. It's not worth spending your money on heroin. It's a total waste of money. This is why I want to get off heroin so bad.
Insight two: It is true in a sense that being a heroin addict gives your life a point of focus. Howevre, after you've been an addict for a while it gets old. Your life stagnates. It's just not that grreat after a while.
I do disagree with the idea that anything perceived whilst under the influence of a drug is not real, however: is there a particular state of mind where everything is real? Just, it seems that if you add in drugs, you'd have to include exercise and orgasms and consuming chocolate and all sorts of stuff. Is life real after running five miles?.
I didnt mean EVERYTHING you feel is fake...I ment that when you think you are handling everything fine, and you are not, but dont realise the extent untill you are clean/sober again...Then i feel as if ive been in a fog...Just my opinion...
I, too, was in love with the idea of heroin. For as long as I can remember. I wanted that darkness, I wanted to be in with that group of people. The fiends. I wanted that dirty life.
All of us, I think, have a vague idea that we’re missing something. Some say that thing is God; that all the longing we feel - be it for a lover, or a football game, or a drug - is merely an inappropriate substitute for the longing we’re supposed to feel for God, for oneness, for truth. And what heroin does, is objectify that need…
"I want something." All of us, I think, have that feeling. And what heroin does when you start taking it is tell you what that something is.
It makes you feel lovely and warm and cosy. It gives you a great, big, smacky cuddle, and from then on the idea of need is no longer an abstract thing, but a longing in your belly and a kicking in your legs and a shivering in your arms and a dull pallor on your face. At this point, you’re no longer under any misapprehension about what it is that you need: you dont think, "Nice to have a girlfriend, read a poem, or ride a bike", you think "Fuck, I need heroin"