It's more of an essence. It sounds pseudo-sciency, but guesses hit close.
I don't think I'm as beautiful as I could/should be. And I look older.
[[Mostly, I take pharms (sometimes overusing, all prescribed).]]
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A similar thing can be noticed in cigarette smokers and alcoholics. Even sharply dressed, I think I can detect someone's drug use with small margin of error
Drug users quickly begin to appear worn-out and used-up. I hold myself up as a foremost example. My eyes are hollow sockets. When I make expressions, my face cracks into the fissures of someone a decade older than I am (20). In large part, aside from the physical deterioration directly incurred by my body's processing of the drugs themselves, the aging of my face owes itself to my inability to sleep.
Drugs have destroyed my capability to sleep properly. I lie in the darkness for hours and hours. I do not become lost in thought; I writhe in thought. Or rather, a hollow simulacron of what my thinking used to be. My thinking lacks the richness and texture which characterized it prior to my habitual drug use. I was usually oblivious to the outside world because of how absorbed I was in thought. All this insomniac time spent lying in the dark is wasted, because I am perpetually mentally exhausted; it's not as though I'm contemplating in a meaningful way anything worthwhile.
Generally, I'm too aware of my breathing and heartbeat to be able to fall asleep. My constant drug use has subjected my body to extreme states of stimulation and sedation, over and over again. Notice how I divide "my mind" from "my body," as if there were any genuine difference between the two! I feel like the prisoner and enemy of my own body!
nothing usually scares an addict into stopping: not even death, or jail, or losing what you value most in your life.
the one thing that really scared me into stopping was the way i was starting to look.
after a 5 day run with meth and xani bars, i got up and looked at myself in the mirror. i didn't know who i was. i looked fucked up. i looked like a tweaker. i felt disgust and sadness for what i was looking at. i didn't see the pretty little 24 year old i am. i saw a fuckin' gross, broken down, aged to shit, monster.
that was a major turning point for me.
Have you quit since then? Do you look better in the mirror? I've resorted to slathering my face with glycolic acid and other creams and unguents. Doing so allows me to look in the mirror without feeling like I need to cry (if nothing else, it provides the illusion of progress). However, it does nothing to address the miserable life I'm leading, which is causing my face to look that way in the first place.
After a year of playing around with pot and alcohol, I commenced an orgy of self-destruction: massive intake of amphetamines, followed by insatiable consumption of benzodiazepines (after those amphetamines started making me psychotic), smoking pot heavily all the while. Throw in some opiates now and then, and a few months of heavy binge drinking.
Trying to quit using drugs when my body is so accustomed to so many of them is painful. I don't know where to begin; my attempts at cold-turkey cessation leave me sleepless for days on end until I give in again. I am wedded to the philosophy that any drug use at all is permission for unrestrained debauchery, such that my only alternatives (so far) have been unbridled usage and puritanical abstention.