weekend addiction
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When I don't have weed to keep me calm I drink way too much. Even in the morning if I wake up early I'll take 3 shots or so. So what do you keep a secret?
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Our Secrets Keep Us Sick (Triggering Content)
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mrflowers00
Ex-Bluelighter
i don't keep secrets but i probably should with what i do with my life the only people i have secrets for is feds
Captain.Heroin
Bluelight Crew
Alcohol is much worse for your brain and body than most drugs are. Please be safe.
mrflowers00
Ex-Bluelighter
keeping secrets gets too complicated i "used to" lie to doctors but now i just keep certain things out when we talk so i can keep getting my meds
Lightning-Nl
Bluelighter
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Because it spares you emotional pain.
For years, I was, some how, able to deny reality and lie to myself - "Everythings fine. There's nothing wrong with what you're seeing - carry on as usual." This allowed me to appreciate the comforts of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, and the tranquility of repetition. I was able to enjoy that as much as any other person. But as time went one and I got older, the enunciation of the truth became less and less ignorable, until I could deny it no longer.
One day while I was getting a common punching session from my dad, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks - "There is something terribly wrong with my life....isn't there?"
I had been denying that all my life to spare myself emotional pain. I knew that deep down in my subconscious - but I kept it a secret, even from myself, because I, somehow, knew at the time, that I couldn't handle the situation I was in.
For years, I was, some how, able to deny reality and lie to myself - "Everythings fine. There's nothing wrong with what you're seeing - carry on as usual." This allowed me to appreciate the comforts of everyday routine, the security of the familiar, and the tranquility of repetition. I was able to enjoy that as much as any other person. But as time went one and I got older, the enunciation of the truth became less and less ignorable, until I could deny it no longer.
One day while I was getting a common punching session from my dad, a realization hit me like a ton of bricks - "There is something terribly wrong with my life....isn't there?"
I had been denying that all my life to spare myself emotional pain. I knew that deep down in my subconscious - but I kept it a secret, even from myself, because I, somehow, knew at the time, that I couldn't handle the situation I was in.