Anonymous Mouse
I thought I should probably post an introduction so I can stop lurking and actually let myself back into the TDS community.
I used to post on here as "wingnutlives" back a couple years ago. I had to change my name because "wingnutlives" was used on too many other forums and I felt too exposed - so now I am "anonymous_mouse" (although, I don't identify with mice, I'm way more of a cat person!) I joined here in 2004 and at that time I was totally into the raves and ecstasy, and experimenting with psychedelics. It wasn't until a couple years later that I ended up on harder drugs.
I'm drawn back to TDS because I'm having a hard time lately, and that's an understatement. Back almost a year ago, I relapsed into my previous adderall addiction for several months, and also was introduced to crystal meth and desoxyn, which I did a couple times a week. In July, I bailed out of the city so I could get clean... I did WWOOFing (a volunteer program) on a couple organic farms, tapered off adderall so well that I didn't even have withdrawal while I was there. I didn't do any other drugs except mushrooms, and it was great!!
The tragedy is that I made a BAD decision a couple months later, when I returned to my home base. Late August, I went to BC to work on another farm there. The lady who owned it was extremely critical and I became extremely anxious. I made up some bullshit lie about why I had to go back home sooner than was planned, and bolted out of there, returned back to the city and WOW.... I craved meth so bad. That's all I wanted. And it was my birthday, and of course I needed a birthday treat. I got it, it was FUN, and then to my demise... I found a meth connection that was always available and would even deliver to my door.
I spent about a month addicted to meth, and I hated it at the end. It was shitty bathtub crank and it made me depressed. I was snorting very high (and dangerous) doses and still not getting the high I wanted. But I couldn't stop, because I had to work and function normally. Luckily I procured more adderall, and tapered off with that. A couple weeks later... I was addicted to adderall and doing higher and higher doses of that.
I quit my adderall habit (for about the tenth time...) at the end of October. Since then, life has been a nightmare of daily panic attacks, crippling anxiety and depression. I could barely function at my job, I mean FUCK, I was literally crying all the time while I was working in a retail environment. Well, I had to remedy that real fast. Now I buy all kinds of random pills off of people to keep myself from falling apart.... anti-anxiety medication (gabapentin and benzos), narcotics, occassionally adderall, or whatever else comes my way.
And it works. Except that my body is fucked up and confused by all the different chemicals I'm putting into it. But I can't stop, I have a job, I need to pay my bills and be an adult, right? I'm twenty-seven years old....
In the past week I have been considering quitting my job and going into residential drug and alcohol treatment (as long as they have 1. mental health services, especially medication... and 2. have grants and scholarships for low income people) My sister, boyfriend, and friends think it's the best idea I've had in a long time. But I feel like a failure in life, a loser, a disappointment to all the people who believed in me and were wrong.
And I am scared of the idea that I'll have to look for another job when I get out, and that maybe I'll fail in that because I won't be "cured" enough to make it in normal society. It's a possibility that I could become a burden on my boyfriend and/or family, not able to take care of myself, but I have to try SOMETHING before it comes to that....
Sorry for the novel.... :/
