Well, well, we do have a pattern forming here don’t we?
Yes, rack up another one for the scoreboard.
4yrs daily, ¼ a day at my worst point.
Stopped cold by choice (Low point in life)
17mths without a smell of it
1 cone later and bing, bing, bing, bring on the straight jacket and knitting needles.
Abby, you have had some thoughtful insights into the problem and they are very correct. Hey the must be, I have been exactly there and had all the same thoughts.
Here is the solution after much of my own research
Remember this one thing and say it over to yourself when you find yourself in this situation.
“It is just the drugs”
Small and simple, but it works wonders.
I fortunately have a friend who came to my rescue. He saw me wigging out big time and sat with me and reminded me that it was just the drugs and “Fuck man.. that’s what you paid your money for!” I thought about it and even though it was very hard to shake off the very real and justified negative thoughts that were tearing my head apart, he made me laugh! Then I realised that well, yes I was stoned and I remembered that well, stoned only lasts for an hour or two and it will like everything else will go away. Just like a trip when it peaks… you think “Oh fuck.. this might be a bit too intense” To hours later, everyone is saying “Whish we had more ‘cid”
Also, the tolerance thing is so so so true. I call it the bike syndrome
Case point:
One cone - bugged out
Talked myself through it with “I’m just smashed” “It’s just the drugs” etc etc.. didn’t let my self be alone, tried to get involved in conversation to take my mind of the paranoia.
Got over it.
Made sure that the next day, as soon as I was fully straight, I punched a hot one.. bigger than the day before… made myself do it, “Got back on the bike”
Paranoia was at least 50% less than the day before.
Next day same thing. But a full thumb screw
Result? Just smashed with a few niggling thoughts.
Two weeks later….
“Fuck man, hurry up and chop up would you”
Then I realised why I stopped in the first place and exactly what I was doing was going to perpetuate.
Stopped of my own accord again safe in the knowledge that I had concored the fear.
Now I will have the occasional one, but only small and it is much much easier to get the shit out of my head and say “It is only the drugs” and really truly belive it because learning has tought me the cycle.
So now I can enjoy, with some degree of pariona, but can sit back and control it. Keep topped up once every two weeks or so, when the time is right and that is just enough so that when it is needed… EG a recovery where I just can’t say no, I won’t wigg out in front of everyone.
Works for me… and I hope it works for you.
Cheers
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