NotQuiteAnonymous
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Aug 27, 2010
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I'm broken. It started with mental health issues, an eating disorder, physically and emotional abusive parents, and Xenedrine 2 when I was 12. My mom's gyno (fuck you siri you piece of shit for telling autocorrect to spell 'GYNO' 6 different ways! I Am not editing your bullshit again!) told her I could take it so I wouldn't lie around in bed all day during my period. 
20-80mg adderall IR most days
1-8 bronkaid (25-200mg ephedrine but usually 2-3 pills)
200mg-1g of caffeine
And I've recently added benzedrex cottons ranging from 50-150mg propylhexadrine every other day.
The propylhexadrine addition let me CUT BACK on the other stimulants much like microdosing LSD does, but it is months to find the latter and money goes to more important things now.
I'm an angry ball of sleep deprived hate without this stuff and just about fall asleep whenever any of this fucked up cocktail wears off.
I guess that is what I get for using stimulants with only a bit of time off for almost the last 20 years...no, let's not fool ourselves...it is more of a lifetime of abusive relationships and 13 years of the same one and now I have a beautiful, kind, charismatic, intelligent, empathetic little human to keep safe and no where to go if I leave. Keeping her safe is my priority and so we stay where I can keep her safe as long as I am vigilant.
I've added alcohol to the mix too over the last 2 years and LSD when I can get it. It is funny in an absurd way how the physical withdrawal effects of the ethanol leaving my system add yet another layer of complexity to the state of vigilance. Thankfully, I got the drinking under control for now but who knows a little while from now?2
Everything I do is just to keep the little part of me that cares going...but really, I feel like the little boys at the end of The Giver. I'm clinging to one last warm memory as hypothermia lulls me to eternal sleep.
The fucked up thing is my heart doesn't race. I jogged a 12:30 mile two days ago and I haven't done cardio or walked much in the last 3 years and my heart rate didn't hit 160.
My heart is so tired of ups and downs that I joke to myself that asystole will be the only stable rhythm I get to briefly experience before I expire.
I wish my mom had gotten me the help I needed when I was a kid.
If anyone has any advice for some kind of a taper, I am all eyes.
Thanks for reading my disjointed rambling.
I love you guys, gals, attack helicopters, whatever the fuck you kids are calling yourselves nowadays.
Be stronger than me.

20-80mg adderall IR most days
1-8 bronkaid (25-200mg ephedrine but usually 2-3 pills)
200mg-1g of caffeine
And I've recently added benzedrex cottons ranging from 50-150mg propylhexadrine every other day.
The propylhexadrine addition let me CUT BACK on the other stimulants much like microdosing LSD does, but it is months to find the latter and money goes to more important things now.
I'm an angry ball of sleep deprived hate without this stuff and just about fall asleep whenever any of this fucked up cocktail wears off.
I guess that is what I get for using stimulants with only a bit of time off for almost the last 20 years...no, let's not fool ourselves...it is more of a lifetime of abusive relationships and 13 years of the same one and now I have a beautiful, kind, charismatic, intelligent, empathetic little human to keep safe and no where to go if I leave. Keeping her safe is my priority and so we stay where I can keep her safe as long as I am vigilant.
I've added alcohol to the mix too over the last 2 years and LSD when I can get it. It is funny in an absurd way how the physical withdrawal effects of the ethanol leaving my system add yet another layer of complexity to the state of vigilance. Thankfully, I got the drinking under control for now but who knows a little while from now?2
Everything I do is just to keep the little part of me that cares going...but really, I feel like the little boys at the end of The Giver. I'm clinging to one last warm memory as hypothermia lulls me to eternal sleep.
The fucked up thing is my heart doesn't race. I jogged a 12:30 mile two days ago and I haven't done cardio or walked much in the last 3 years and my heart rate didn't hit 160.
My heart is so tired of ups and downs that I joke to myself that asystole will be the only stable rhythm I get to briefly experience before I expire.
I wish my mom had gotten me the help I needed when I was a kid.
If anyone has any advice for some kind of a taper, I am all eyes.
Thanks for reading my disjointed rambling.
I love you guys, gals, attack helicopters, whatever the fuck you kids are calling yourselves nowadays.

Be stronger than me.
