I never know how to start these introductory things... Hi, my name is X, I grew up in Y, I currently live in Z... I'm not comfortable using my real name, but I will say that I was born and raised in Manhattan, the upper-middle class progeny of a highly successful and intellectual family. Skip ahead to 14 or so. My intensely moody (even for a teenager) and more and more occasions of psychotic mania, earned me a diagnosis as bipolar, type 1 (which I still carry to this day) and handfuls of powerful psychoactive drugs shoved at me. But even at 14 I wasn't stupid; I knew there where bigger and better chemicals out there, just waiting for me to ingest, or smoke, or inject, or whatever. By 16, I was shooting dope and coke regularly. I still managed to get into college, but that lasted about a month and a half before I stopped my meds and forgot all about keeping my drug use private. Years of rehabs, psych wards, detoxes, blah blah blah followed. I had cellulitis about 8 times (surgery included), seizures from the coke, ODs (the kind where you're technically dead), a stroke (coke, again), and last but not least, a pulmonary embolism from shooting pills.
Now I'm on methadone. 160 mg. But next week, I'm going down to 150 mg. And then 140 mg, the week after. Etc. I'm getting off this shit.
I cant say that I never think about scoring some rock or an 8-ball or even just a bundle of good dope... I'm just so fucking tired of the whole junkie thing, even thinking about it bored me stupid.
Nice to meet y'all
Now I'm on methadone. 160 mg. But next week, I'm going down to 150 mg. And then 140 mg, the week after. Etc. I'm getting off this shit.
I cant say that I never think about scoring some rock or an 8-ball or even just a bundle of good dope... I'm just so fucking tired of the whole junkie thing, even thinking about it bored me stupid.
Nice to meet y'all
