endlessnameless
Bluelighter
Apologies - Mainly Self Absorbed Rubbish (no more rants from me - swear)
Hello friends, I hope you are well.
@Ructions: I hope all is well with you my dear friend - so lovely to see you folks once again recently and I will be in touch very soon. Many thanks for your recent messages and contact - both you and Mr Ructions are genuinely lovely folk and I consider ours a very treasured friendship that I should hopefully have the physical and psychological faculties to invest more time into come the very recent future due.
^^I wouldnt bother.
Heroin availability is such that my main who I was scoring consistent quality for (but for cash only) now has two types of gear in at pattern-less points in time: one that is, as a couple of the 'fortunate(?) few' of us around at this stage know, is above the average bash - the other, which is oh so very far below the standard bash about Dublin Inner City. He wont tell when he has the dirty stuff in because he knows I wont buy it (but his girlfriend will sometimes, but I don't want him finding relevant texts and getting some kind of 'impression' or misconception into his head as that could likely spell liabilities to my life) - so what the fuck is the point. The one head who can get hold of decent only has it 70% of the time (the other 30% its muck, though he does always have something) and seeing as he claims he can't tell the difference (utter BS as he shoots; he fuckin knows the score), those odds I cannot afford.
I shouldnt be broke 24/7 and living at home at 25. I'm now down to one pair of socks and three pairs of boxers in active rotation...I've shot up .3 tonight and I'm still lying awake in bed wrecking your heads with my rant...I'm done with it. I will never conquer my depression with anything other than sheer perseverance; constantly examining and attacking every negative feeling with positive affirmations and, over all, an adequate arsenal of tools. I did it before therefore I can do it again; I must once again become that solider; that warrior battling against those odds that never appeared to be there to beat, but incidentally were, indeed for those with eyes to see.
Digression once again.
Letter to kat in progress. Keeps me sane during WD's actually and I know our support will aid maintain hers on the inside. A woman of strength. Trying to keep 'I' and as many references to my 'self' out of it as much as possible, too - fuck knows I never shut the fuck up about myself on here as it is.
Stay safe friends...
Endless x
Hello friends, I hope you are well.
@Ructions: I hope all is well with you my dear friend - so lovely to see you folks once again recently and I will be in touch very soon. Many thanks for your recent messages and contact - both you and Mr Ructions are genuinely lovely folk and I consider ours a very treasured friendship that I should hopefully have the physical and psychological faculties to invest more time into come the very recent future due.
NSFW:
Lately I've been extremely (and uncharacteristically - at least of my present incarnation over the passed 18-24 months) reckless and this morning was the absolute last and - as I've grown to fear - only straw left. I shot up again; .1(bash) to begin with, followed by .2 (bash) after 1hr 30mins had passed. I had 2 days of WD's under my belt and got an offer I wouldnt refuse. All needles that were available for either mine or my friends use have been destroyed and disposed of as carefully as possible and the plan is to get at least 50mls (ideally hoping 100mls) of methadone when I get paid on friday with which I'm using to taper. In fact, I dont at all want to be planning on putting at most any opioids into my system - however as tonight has proven, going cold turkey these days is only leading me to inevitable relapse. I'd usually get through the WD's via the use of a short codeine taper supplemented with Valium for the insomnia (the worst for me, really - save for this unbearable depression which, as always, definitely awaits me when I'm clean), however since Valium simply cannot be obtained (not from any legitimate, law-friendly fashion either) then sleeping is out of the question, and as I don't have the want to fucking use (what would be small amounts ie 4-6 lines of) heroin as a sleeping aid; methadone appears to be the answer to the equation.
I hope I haven't bothered anyone with my rant - you folks are the only ones who will understand and appreciate the 'predicament'; the 'problem'; the current state of affairs.
I am extremely fortunate for my life to have not been ripped apart from the grip of gear, and much is to be achieved following my release. I'm not naieve enough to assume I'll never touch heroin again, but I am intelligent enough to realise when the party must come to a close, and when the work needs to be done. It cant be all play and no work no more than it can be all work and no play. Balance is an imperative when one wants to strike a harmony; at least I find is the case with me. I've only turned 25 - I still have a long length of road to travel, so much to learn and absorb. Free of any dependencies my journey along it should be spent headed in a clear, defined direction over maps as foreign from my current terrain as at all possible. No course can be set in stone and the wind certainly will as it tends to, change without a moments notice, but at least my voyage will not be spent wandering so brazenly aimlessly as it has been since putting college on hiatus in 2008.
Pardon my crap. Few folks were asking how I was and rather than reply individually I presumed that to be the prudent pursuit. Looking over my posts, I rant a lot; must be annoying I'd imagine, so I'll keep them to elsewhere in future. I've been running my own forum for seven years now, if anyone's interested in the link then please PM we as we adore new minds amongst us and most of the posters in this thread are welcome as members. Our theme is non-specific, we talk about it all. Again, pardon me. Dont bash me too hard - but this thread is particular therapeutic for me, and catharsis is very well welcomed, presently.
I hope I haven't bothered anyone with my rant - you folks are the only ones who will understand and appreciate the 'predicament'; the 'problem'; the current state of affairs.
I am extremely fortunate for my life to have not been ripped apart from the grip of gear, and much is to be achieved following my release. I'm not naieve enough to assume I'll never touch heroin again, but I am intelligent enough to realise when the party must come to a close, and when the work needs to be done. It cant be all play and no work no more than it can be all work and no play. Balance is an imperative when one wants to strike a harmony; at least I find is the case with me. I've only turned 25 - I still have a long length of road to travel, so much to learn and absorb. Free of any dependencies my journey along it should be spent headed in a clear, defined direction over maps as foreign from my current terrain as at all possible. No course can be set in stone and the wind certainly will as it tends to, change without a moments notice, but at least my voyage will not be spent wandering so brazenly aimlessly as it has been since putting college on hiatus in 2008.
Pardon my crap. Few folks were asking how I was and rather than reply individually I presumed that to be the prudent pursuit. Looking over my posts, I rant a lot; must be annoying I'd imagine, so I'll keep them to elsewhere in future. I've been running my own forum for seven years now, if anyone's interested in the link then please PM we as we adore new minds amongst us and most of the posters in this thread are welcome as members. Our theme is non-specific, we talk about it all. Again, pardon me. Dont bash me too hard - but this thread is particular therapeutic for me, and catharsis is very well welcomed, presently.
^^I wouldnt bother.
Heroin availability is such that my main who I was scoring consistent quality for (but for cash only) now has two types of gear in at pattern-less points in time: one that is, as a couple of the 'fortunate(?) few' of us around at this stage know, is above the average bash - the other, which is oh so very far below the standard bash about Dublin Inner City. He wont tell when he has the dirty stuff in because he knows I wont buy it (but his girlfriend will sometimes, but I don't want him finding relevant texts and getting some kind of 'impression' or misconception into his head as that could likely spell liabilities to my life) - so what the fuck is the point. The one head who can get hold of decent only has it 70% of the time (the other 30% its muck, though he does always have something) and seeing as he claims he can't tell the difference (utter BS as he shoots; he fuckin knows the score), those odds I cannot afford.
I shouldnt be broke 24/7 and living at home at 25. I'm now down to one pair of socks and three pairs of boxers in active rotation...I've shot up .3 tonight and I'm still lying awake in bed wrecking your heads with my rant...I'm done with it. I will never conquer my depression with anything other than sheer perseverance; constantly examining and attacking every negative feeling with positive affirmations and, over all, an adequate arsenal of tools. I did it before therefore I can do it again; I must once again become that solider; that warrior battling against those odds that never appeared to be there to beat, but incidentally were, indeed for those with eyes to see.
Digression once again.
Letter to kat in progress. Keeps me sane during WD's actually and I know our support will aid maintain hers on the inside. A woman of strength. Trying to keep 'I' and as many references to my 'self' out of it as much as possible, too - fuck knows I never shut the fuck up about myself on here as it is.
Stay safe friends...
Endless x
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