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Ok so I'm pretty fucking high right now, been going 3 days (got a couple hours sleep last night, but it didn't do much), so I apologise in advance for the inevitably disjointed nature of this post. But there's some shit I have to get off my chest.
Not sure where to start really, except maybe with the latter part of that title. 6 months ago I started smoking meth again after 5-ish years of not touching the stuff because of the anxiety and comedown (and the opiate/benzo habit I was busy with). I'd actually gone 18 months almost completely sober (sans meds) until then, so I dunno why I did it. I was a bit drunk, and I guess I just wanted to blow off steam? I don't know.
I'd also been tapering off suboxone - I jumped at the beginning of December, and I'm glad to finally be free of opiates, but the PAWs aspect has really sucked. And more to the point, I just can't seem to figure out how to live sober. I started drugs with MDMA at 16 then meth at 17, went through the whole gamut of substances, now just when I'm toning down all the other stuff, the meth pops up and just gets into my head. Each binge I go more over the top, sketch out harder.
It's not that I smoke every day or anything, usually I buy a 1/2g (along with a lot of booze, can't do one without the other, which sucks because I know it's horrible for my body) every 2 or 3 weeks, get wired for 3 days, spend the rest of the week coming down and sleeping it off, then just go back to life. So compared to where I was with opiates, well it could be worse.
But it's also really fucking with my life. Financially (meth is expensive here in AU), health-wise (I'm trying to get healthy, I changed my diet and lost a ton of weight, then I started this shit again and now I'm going further underweight after each binge), emotionally (the comedowns are awful - heavy anxiety, though I have some benzos which help, and 2 or 3 days of extreme fatigue and depression), and just in the wider scheme of things (I'm trying to make life plans after coming off the subs, but it's hard when all my disposable income gets blown on binges every few weeks, and when I spend at least 1 week a month out of action either binging or recovering).
It's fucked up - I'm 28, if I'm going to get my shit together then I need to get my fucking shit together. I don't wanna be one of those guys in their 30's still living for the next hit, I have interests and ambitions, it's just so hard to find the path between here and a place where I can fulfil them without drugs getting in the way. I didn't expect meth to suddenly become a problem again after I went 5 years without touching it, but now it's just wired into my head. I dream about smoking pipes constantly, even during the sober periods, and going into the city is a constant mental tug-o-war because I know I could just go talk to the right person or make a phone call and I'd have some in 10 minutes. And where I live, I can't really avoid the city.
Anyway I don't know. Part of me thinks that I've made progress overall (no opiates, off suboxone, no needles, reducing benzo intake), so if this is where I'm at, I should just be happy for 3 good weeks out of 4 and make a separate peace with it, you know?
But the other part of me knows I can do, and wants to do, so much more. But then the cravings kick in at the wrong time and fighting them is just so fucking exhausting. I was in the city on Saturday, and it took all my willpower just to walk to the train and get out of there, and I only managed it because I told myself I'd buy some when I got my responsibilities out of the way on Thursday. If I know it's coming in the future, it seems easier to just hold off for the present, but if I tell myself "no, never again will you get that rush," my brain just freaks out.
Maybe this is where I'm at for now, and I just need to accept it that 3 good weeks out of 4 is what I get. But that thought is so depressing it makes me not even want to bother with being healthy and productive, because I know that one binge wipes out the better part of weeks of good eating/sleep, exercise, meditation, etc. And the amount of alcohol (which I'm otherwise not massively partial to, but I find it evens out the tweakiness) I drink when high totally destroys my stomach, and probably other things.
Anyway, just needed to vent I guess. I'll possibly delete this tomorrow when I wake up coming down (although I'd still appreciate any input). I just don't know what the fuck to do.
Every other drug I mostly stopped by burning myself out on it to the point where the hangover/withdrawals/side effects weren't worthwhile, but meth seems to sear into the brain like nothing else. I have a shrink who's really good and understanding in a general sense, but she has zero drug experience, so she doesn't understand what it's like when you have that itch in the back of the brain, you know? Like hot electric wires that you can only put out by smoking meth.
I've even become so fucked off with myself that I've actually considered something like NA or SMART Recovery (I've always kinda thought the NA philosophy was BS, but I'm willing to try anything at this point, and at least I'd get to talk to people who actually understand), but there are no groups that are readily accessible on a regular basis, they're all several hours of travel round trip.
Bah, I hate this. I don't have a ton of regrets when it comes to drugs, but fucking around with meth is definitely one of them. I just can't see a way forward - handling the cravings during my sober periods takes so much out of me that when I get the chance I just go ridiculously over the top on some stupid binge. I'm supposed to be getting my life together, and instead I'm pulling this shit.
And it's not even fun. Pleasurable, sure, but it's not like when I was 19 or 20 or whatever and running around the city on the weekend getting off tap with friends and partying in clubs, I mostly just smoke pipes and drink shitty booze and play video games. All my friends from back in the day have either cleaned up or burnt up, so there's not really anyone left to catch up with and have those crazy scat conversations with. It's pathetic, like one of those rats in a cage sipping the water container with the cocaine in it non-stop. Nothing interesting or engaging, just random blasts of dopamine.
And even when the dopamine runs out, I keep going. I've been barely getting anything out of each toke today except energy and anxiety, certainly none of that expansive body buzzing euphoria you get for the first day or so, despite it being really good gear, but I keep talking myself into one more toke, convinced that this one will be the one that feels awesome. I just had one 10 min or so ago and it was ok, but now I'm just edgy and sweaty. Pretty sure I'd be even worse if I wasn't also quite drunk.
Anyway, like I said, I'm high and on edge and just had to vent. I've always felt that writing about this stuff helps to figure it out, so who knows. If nothing else, it keeps my mind busy - too high to sleep, but too worn down to actually get up and do anything.
Hope anyone reading this is in a better place than I am right now :/
Not sure where to start really, except maybe with the latter part of that title. 6 months ago I started smoking meth again after 5-ish years of not touching the stuff because of the anxiety and comedown (and the opiate/benzo habit I was busy with). I'd actually gone 18 months almost completely sober (sans meds) until then, so I dunno why I did it. I was a bit drunk, and I guess I just wanted to blow off steam? I don't know.
I'd also been tapering off suboxone - I jumped at the beginning of December, and I'm glad to finally be free of opiates, but the PAWs aspect has really sucked. And more to the point, I just can't seem to figure out how to live sober. I started drugs with MDMA at 16 then meth at 17, went through the whole gamut of substances, now just when I'm toning down all the other stuff, the meth pops up and just gets into my head. Each binge I go more over the top, sketch out harder.
It's not that I smoke every day or anything, usually I buy a 1/2g (along with a lot of booze, can't do one without the other, which sucks because I know it's horrible for my body) every 2 or 3 weeks, get wired for 3 days, spend the rest of the week coming down and sleeping it off, then just go back to life. So compared to where I was with opiates, well it could be worse.
But it's also really fucking with my life. Financially (meth is expensive here in AU), health-wise (I'm trying to get healthy, I changed my diet and lost a ton of weight, then I started this shit again and now I'm going further underweight after each binge), emotionally (the comedowns are awful - heavy anxiety, though I have some benzos which help, and 2 or 3 days of extreme fatigue and depression), and just in the wider scheme of things (I'm trying to make life plans after coming off the subs, but it's hard when all my disposable income gets blown on binges every few weeks, and when I spend at least 1 week a month out of action either binging or recovering).
It's fucked up - I'm 28, if I'm going to get my shit together then I need to get my fucking shit together. I don't wanna be one of those guys in their 30's still living for the next hit, I have interests and ambitions, it's just so hard to find the path between here and a place where I can fulfil them without drugs getting in the way. I didn't expect meth to suddenly become a problem again after I went 5 years without touching it, but now it's just wired into my head. I dream about smoking pipes constantly, even during the sober periods, and going into the city is a constant mental tug-o-war because I know I could just go talk to the right person or make a phone call and I'd have some in 10 minutes. And where I live, I can't really avoid the city.
Anyway I don't know. Part of me thinks that I've made progress overall (no opiates, off suboxone, no needles, reducing benzo intake), so if this is where I'm at, I should just be happy for 3 good weeks out of 4 and make a separate peace with it, you know?
But the other part of me knows I can do, and wants to do, so much more. But then the cravings kick in at the wrong time and fighting them is just so fucking exhausting. I was in the city on Saturday, and it took all my willpower just to walk to the train and get out of there, and I only managed it because I told myself I'd buy some when I got my responsibilities out of the way on Thursday. If I know it's coming in the future, it seems easier to just hold off for the present, but if I tell myself "no, never again will you get that rush," my brain just freaks out.
Maybe this is where I'm at for now, and I just need to accept it that 3 good weeks out of 4 is what I get. But that thought is so depressing it makes me not even want to bother with being healthy and productive, because I know that one binge wipes out the better part of weeks of good eating/sleep, exercise, meditation, etc. And the amount of alcohol (which I'm otherwise not massively partial to, but I find it evens out the tweakiness) I drink when high totally destroys my stomach, and probably other things.
Anyway, just needed to vent I guess. I'll possibly delete this tomorrow when I wake up coming down (although I'd still appreciate any input). I just don't know what the fuck to do.
Every other drug I mostly stopped by burning myself out on it to the point where the hangover/withdrawals/side effects weren't worthwhile, but meth seems to sear into the brain like nothing else. I have a shrink who's really good and understanding in a general sense, but she has zero drug experience, so she doesn't understand what it's like when you have that itch in the back of the brain, you know? Like hot electric wires that you can only put out by smoking meth.
I've even become so fucked off with myself that I've actually considered something like NA or SMART Recovery (I've always kinda thought the NA philosophy was BS, but I'm willing to try anything at this point, and at least I'd get to talk to people who actually understand), but there are no groups that are readily accessible on a regular basis, they're all several hours of travel round trip.
Bah, I hate this. I don't have a ton of regrets when it comes to drugs, but fucking around with meth is definitely one of them. I just can't see a way forward - handling the cravings during my sober periods takes so much out of me that when I get the chance I just go ridiculously over the top on some stupid binge. I'm supposed to be getting my life together, and instead I'm pulling this shit.
And it's not even fun. Pleasurable, sure, but it's not like when I was 19 or 20 or whatever and running around the city on the weekend getting off tap with friends and partying in clubs, I mostly just smoke pipes and drink shitty booze and play video games. All my friends from back in the day have either cleaned up or burnt up, so there's not really anyone left to catch up with and have those crazy scat conversations with. It's pathetic, like one of those rats in a cage sipping the water container with the cocaine in it non-stop. Nothing interesting or engaging, just random blasts of dopamine.
And even when the dopamine runs out, I keep going. I've been barely getting anything out of each toke today except energy and anxiety, certainly none of that expansive body buzzing euphoria you get for the first day or so, despite it being really good gear, but I keep talking myself into one more toke, convinced that this one will be the one that feels awesome. I just had one 10 min or so ago and it was ok, but now I'm just edgy and sweaty. Pretty sure I'd be even worse if I wasn't also quite drunk.
Anyway, like I said, I'm high and on edge and just had to vent. I've always felt that writing about this stuff helps to figure it out, so who knows. If nothing else, it keeps my mind busy - too high to sleep, but too worn down to actually get up and do anything.
Hope anyone reading this is in a better place than I am right now :/