Opiate addiction is my first hurdle. It's run the course. I get limited pharmaceutical supply. Have no other source. I've reached the point where I can afford to keep the withdrawals away but that's about it. No high, just relief and the ability to avoid sickness. Things are pretty much at their end, despite not being immediately ready to give it up. somedays I go with less than the standard dose, some weeks I taper down, then kick back up.. but it's more or less over. I self medicate for social anxiety and a lesser extent depression/boredom which has resulted due to doing nothing but sit in my room on opes for 7 years.
I'm finally starting to feel like I'm ready to wind it all down and return to sober life.
.. and then into my life steps... a (to me in my current state) practically limitless supply of pharmaceutical amphetamines.
Now. Back in my weekend warrior days, I got on the gear (meth).. This was before the huge explosion in smoking it/etc. Sure there were people that took it too far, but it was not such an issue that it is today. I hadn't tried opiates at this point, I had no drive to take meth outside the weekend. Or anything else. I hated the harsh crash. Anymore than a night or two I couldn't cope with that. Never once did it occur to me to take it daily or more than a couple times every few weeks.
The dextroamphetamines are different. Used in low doses (20mg) they conquer my anxiety/shyness. and unlike the opiates, give me the motivation to actually start achieving all the things I dream of doing.
and so I find myself making plans 'finally I can do this... all I need is a kickstart, a month or two of solid work, then I will be in a position to keep things going naturally. Reconnect/develop new social ties. Get my creative pursuits out of my head and into the world. Etc etc'
Why is it that just when you think the nightmare is over, door #2 opens and contains something so horribly attractive that you're ready to throw everything away again, because 'it will be different this time'?
I feel like I'm in some kind of tortuous labyrinth. Every door I open is either the perfect life just out of reach, a horrible setback disguised as a win, or just a straight up temptation I don't know how to refuse.
I was literally joking just the other day about things not being able to get any worse unless a door-to-door heroin salesman turned up at my door.. and hey presto... it might not be exactly what I mentioned but it's just as bad.
How do you stop yourself from doing something that you know you're going to do, despite knowing what the outcome is? Why do you do that to yourself? Is there soemthing wrong with my brain? I know exactly where this is going to end up...Despite having witnessed first hand the pain of addiction.
Somebody... Help.
I'm finally starting to feel like I'm ready to wind it all down and return to sober life.
.. and then into my life steps... a (to me in my current state) practically limitless supply of pharmaceutical amphetamines.
Now. Back in my weekend warrior days, I got on the gear (meth).. This was before the huge explosion in smoking it/etc. Sure there were people that took it too far, but it was not such an issue that it is today. I hadn't tried opiates at this point, I had no drive to take meth outside the weekend. Or anything else. I hated the harsh crash. Anymore than a night or two I couldn't cope with that. Never once did it occur to me to take it daily or more than a couple times every few weeks.
The dextroamphetamines are different. Used in low doses (20mg) they conquer my anxiety/shyness. and unlike the opiates, give me the motivation to actually start achieving all the things I dream of doing.
and so I find myself making plans 'finally I can do this... all I need is a kickstart, a month or two of solid work, then I will be in a position to keep things going naturally. Reconnect/develop new social ties. Get my creative pursuits out of my head and into the world. Etc etc'
Why is it that just when you think the nightmare is over, door #2 opens and contains something so horribly attractive that you're ready to throw everything away again, because 'it will be different this time'?
I feel like I'm in some kind of tortuous labyrinth. Every door I open is either the perfect life just out of reach, a horrible setback disguised as a win, or just a straight up temptation I don't know how to refuse.
I was literally joking just the other day about things not being able to get any worse unless a door-to-door heroin salesman turned up at my door.. and hey presto... it might not be exactly what I mentioned but it's just as bad.
How do you stop yourself from doing something that you know you're going to do, despite knowing what the outcome is? Why do you do that to yourself? Is there soemthing wrong with my brain? I know exactly where this is going to end up...Despite having witnessed first hand the pain of addiction.
Somebody... Help.
