Blueberry stick
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Jan 2, 2013
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I guess you know your pretty sad when your posting anonymously on a drug forum 
I really didn't know where best to post this so considering the subject matter and tone of the post I thought here would be best. Just thought I'd vent about my habit in the hope it would make me feel better.
I'm a typical run of the mill high functioning addict. I am also completely alone, I never speak with anyone, ever about this and as far as I know nobody knows. I am 20 something years old and I have been using since I was 10 years old. My father was a shit functioning drug user and that's how I started. He used heroine primarily as his drug of choice (which I have never wanted to try, perhaps I feel if I used it I would be on the same level as him...) combined with prescription pain meds and weed. Contin, codeine, valium, xanax, tramadol, temaze... I took these every week.
To skip over the details you can imagine the shitty childhood, foster care, homelessness, porn shops, OD's etc. Anyway for those skimmed over reasons I cut him completely out of my life. I became well educated and always saw myself being better than my roots so I decided to cut the supply and bury the beast.
Unfortunately I'm not better than my roots. I cant just cut these things out of my life but I cant access them any more either. I now rely on taking over the counter medications, ibuprofen and codeine mixtures everyday to function (I am taking approximately 15 tablets in 24 hrs). Lately I have been fantasizing about sleeping pills quite badly although I haven't taken any for a year. I carefully play out my performance in a doctors office and the likely shame and anger upon rejection. I cant ever imagine a life with out drugs yet I feel as though I carry a heavy burden that I have to hide from everyone. I constantly worry about my liver and that this shit I am putting into it is destroying it. What if my partner found out... What if I am still bouncing from pharmacy to pharmacy in 10 years time... what if I wanted children...Interestingly I never imagine my life with out drugs.
The other day my friend mentioned that he had contin tablets left over from a surgery and I desperately wanted to find and take them. I am fairly sure that this week I will go into the doctor sometime to try and get prescribed what ever I can. My gosh it would put a smile on my face the likes of which very rarely get seen.
This is my dark side, a place where I store all my fears and worries so I don't have to look at them now, I can tend to them latter. Hopefully one day I can do something different when I wake up, rather than just popin those pills.
I really didn't know where best to post this so considering the subject matter and tone of the post I thought here would be best. Just thought I'd vent about my habit in the hope it would make me feel better.
I'm a typical run of the mill high functioning addict. I am also completely alone, I never speak with anyone, ever about this and as far as I know nobody knows. I am 20 something years old and I have been using since I was 10 years old. My father was a shit functioning drug user and that's how I started. He used heroine primarily as his drug of choice (which I have never wanted to try, perhaps I feel if I used it I would be on the same level as him...) combined with prescription pain meds and weed. Contin, codeine, valium, xanax, tramadol, temaze... I took these every week.
To skip over the details you can imagine the shitty childhood, foster care, homelessness, porn shops, OD's etc. Anyway for those skimmed over reasons I cut him completely out of my life. I became well educated and always saw myself being better than my roots so I decided to cut the supply and bury the beast.
Unfortunately I'm not better than my roots. I cant just cut these things out of my life but I cant access them any more either. I now rely on taking over the counter medications, ibuprofen and codeine mixtures everyday to function (I am taking approximately 15 tablets in 24 hrs). Lately I have been fantasizing about sleeping pills quite badly although I haven't taken any for a year. I carefully play out my performance in a doctors office and the likely shame and anger upon rejection. I cant ever imagine a life with out drugs yet I feel as though I carry a heavy burden that I have to hide from everyone. I constantly worry about my liver and that this shit I am putting into it is destroying it. What if my partner found out... What if I am still bouncing from pharmacy to pharmacy in 10 years time... what if I wanted children...Interestingly I never imagine my life with out drugs.
The other day my friend mentioned that he had contin tablets left over from a surgery and I desperately wanted to find and take them. I am fairly sure that this week I will go into the doctor sometime to try and get prescribed what ever I can. My gosh it would put a smile on my face the likes of which very rarely get seen.
This is my dark side, a place where I store all my fears and worries so I don't have to look at them now, I can tend to them latter. Hopefully one day I can do something different when I wake up, rather than just popin those pills.
