queenscarlet88
Bluelighter
I have been using drugs for three years now. This number shrinks beside the records of real veteran drug users, yet to me it seems rather a long time, all of a sudden. Three years of coasting from chemically-calibrated hills down into valleys and up again; three years of functioning in life almost as an automaton. My patterns of behavior have spiraled on and on through stilted repetitions of lethargy, distaste, and general wilting from the world.
I struggle to read deeply, and exponentially more bitterly I struggle to write fluently, to summon language, to elucidate complex ideas. I want to be an academic, and before drugs my temperament and attention span would have ideally suited me to enmeshment within the world of ideas. However, after these three years, my capacity to attend to complex and drawn-out intricacies of higher thinking has waned.
In short, thanks to lengthy cycles with prescription drugs (benzo's, amphetamines, opioids), with alcohol, to interludes with mushrooms and acid and mescaline, and most especially with weed -- my ability to read, comprehend, assimilate, and expand upon complex ideas has shrunken. My mind feels so diminished.
I struggle to read deeply, and exponentially more bitterly I struggle to write fluently, to summon language, to elucidate complex ideas. I want to be an academic, and before drugs my temperament and attention span would have ideally suited me to enmeshment within the world of ideas. However, after these three years, my capacity to attend to complex and drawn-out intricacies of higher thinking has waned.
In short, thanks to lengthy cycles with prescription drugs (benzo's, amphetamines, opioids), with alcohol, to interludes with mushrooms and acid and mescaline, and most especially with weed -- my ability to read, comprehend, assimilate, and expand upon complex ideas has shrunken. My mind feels so diminished.