Kenaz
Bluelighter
but guess what, it did.
My latest binge started right before my estranged father's death, but went into overdrive after that. I have never been particularly fond of speedy drugs, and so I didn't think I was likely to get hooked on speed. Then I discovered MDPV and within a few weeks I was a low-budget Richard Pryor on cheap Chinese crack. Even after I quit that I continued using other RCs (especially methylone), combined with liberal doses of heroin and oxymorphone and large quantities of synthetic cannabinoids. It all ended one Tuesday at 9am, when I was desperately pawing through my Drawer-O-Drugs trying to find something, anything, which would save me from the terrors of sobriety. At this point I had an epiphany: my recreational use was no longer recreational at all.
I'm presently working with a therapist and trying to deal with some longstanding depression and psychological issues. I'm also trying to stay clean one day at a time - I've been off MDPV for almost two months, off and other drugs for a week and this is my second day without any mind-altering substance save caffeine.
(Question: is it just me or do the JWH-*** compounds have one motherfucker of a kick? I was smoking nearly a gram a day of MDPV at my worst and I quit that with very little difficulty. Kicking spice gave me the kind of dread and anxiety I last felt in the early stages of alcohol withdrawal, combined with the jitters and craving of a nicotine kick, complete lack of appetite, and the utter lethargy and body aches I was supposed to get from the Peev...).
Anyway, my name is Kenaz, I'm an addict, glad to see you all here, where's the coffee urn, etc.?
My latest binge started right before my estranged father's death, but went into overdrive after that. I have never been particularly fond of speedy drugs, and so I didn't think I was likely to get hooked on speed. Then I discovered MDPV and within a few weeks I was a low-budget Richard Pryor on cheap Chinese crack. Even after I quit that I continued using other RCs (especially methylone), combined with liberal doses of heroin and oxymorphone and large quantities of synthetic cannabinoids. It all ended one Tuesday at 9am, when I was desperately pawing through my Drawer-O-Drugs trying to find something, anything, which would save me from the terrors of sobriety. At this point I had an epiphany: my recreational use was no longer recreational at all.
I'm presently working with a therapist and trying to deal with some longstanding depression and psychological issues. I'm also trying to stay clean one day at a time - I've been off MDPV for almost two months, off and other drugs for a week and this is my second day without any mind-altering substance save caffeine.
(Question: is it just me or do the JWH-*** compounds have one motherfucker of a kick? I was smoking nearly a gram a day of MDPV at my worst and I quit that with very little difficulty. Kicking spice gave me the kind of dread and anxiety I last felt in the early stages of alcohol withdrawal, combined with the jitters and craving of a nicotine kick, complete lack of appetite, and the utter lethargy and body aches I was supposed to get from the Peev...).
Anyway, my name is Kenaz, I'm an addict, glad to see you all here, where's the coffee urn, etc.?
i never thought id honor the catholics and their lent. thanks jesus