I know its probably not healthy but I keep going back to the night this all started. I wish I could change things so bad. I had already made a solid decision to not do drugs that night, after ruminating on it for hours. Everyone around me was candy flipping and this one guy kept offering me molly repeatedly despite me declining every time. Finally immediately after I made a solid decision to not do drugs he hands me a pill again and I figured I'll just do half it probably wont effect me too much, and here I am 4 months later wishing I could take that back. I knew I shouldn't have done it and yet I let some douche peer pressure me into it. It was by far the biggest mistake of my life. I'm so scared that I will never get back the passion for life I used to have. I just want this to be over.
I can relate to this strongly. I mean, I spent 8 years of my life, since I was 14 taking various substances, smoking loads of weed, and apart from some anxiety and depression, my life was okay. Then one bad trip, one night, changed everything for me. And now its like I regret it all, instead of doing drugs, I could have spent all that time making something more of myself, going out and discovering the world, meeting new people blah blah blah....but I was more concerned with looking forward to my next roll or mushroom season or whatever shit I could get my hands on. I mean in the last year, I had a mild dependance to valium and came of them cold turkey(which fucked me up for about a month after), I then found out my fiance who id been with for 8 years had been cheating on me with a guy at work - a job I got for her, then she fucked off with him, then one of my best friends of 10 years decided he didnt want to talk to me anymore. Then things started looking up, got myself a massive house with a few friends, but it didnt last long. 2 months in, thought I was gonna die whilst on a mdma+ket+nos combo and its fucked me up ever since. HPPD and fucking derealisation. On top of that, since I got ill, I found out my ex was having twins, the friend I was living with couldnt deal with my illness and left me to run the house and pay all the bills, and I essentially have no social life, barely any friends because I cant go out and drink. I live back with my parents (for the time being), and my parents or my brother dont know anything. Quite often I just lay in bed and think, 'how much bad shit can actually happen to one person in such a short space of time'. If there is a god, then hes a fucking prick, thats for sure. The worst thing is I cant remember what my old life was like. I live in a dreamworld constently, where everything looks fake and the outside world is to bright. Going into public places and artificial lighting makes me feel like im swimming through tar. Ive mostly come to piece with what visual snow i get and the mild afterimages, they dont effect me, but the light sensitivity and everything looking weird is just fucking me up.
On that note, there has been a few good things; my anxiety has got somewhat better so hopefully thatll continue, Ive been seeing a girl Ive known for a while and shes been so fucking supportive its unreal, Ive never been so determined to be fit and healthy and I go to the gym pretty much 6 days a week now every week and im started to get pretty hench. I also got 2.1 for my second year at university, which im happy with seeing as I stopped going quite a bit, and revising is a joke when you dont feel real haha.
Enough ranting anyway lol.... seriously though, if anyone wants to add me on facebook, or skype or whatever platform, Ill always be happy to chat to people going through the same thing and share ideas. Theres nothing worse than feeling alone going through something as terrible as this.