daveykronick
Bluelighter
I have been an addict all my life. That is just the way my brain works. Ever since a child I couldn't stop doing things I liked and got very sucked in. Computers, card games, skateboarding, eating, reading and watching tv/movies were my first addictions. My father was an alcoholic my whole life (he passed away in April 2011 RIP DADDY). I started experimenting with pharmaceuticals around the age of 13. I was suicidal and heavily depressed. I had just quit the love of my life, which was skateboarding because it wasn't fun anymore. Nothing was fun, so I told myself this is it, drugs or death and you all know what I chose..
At first it was all fun and games. I started with ritalin and vicodin. Harmless pills I thought, but I liked the effects and soon I would take any drug I could get. I was prescribed clonazepam at 13 for anxiety along with a host of ssri's which did nothing to help my condition. By the time I was 14 I was smoking weed every chance I could, drinking every weekend and taking any pills or anything else I could get my hands on. I did that until I got arrested at 15 for marijuana possession (which was my DOC then). Since I could not smoke I stupidly decided to trick my doctors into prescribing me ADHD pills starting with dexedrine. It was stupidly easy to do. So this is when I experienced true addiction. Taking dexedrine, or ritalin or adderall for ADHD, taking clonazepam for anxiety and ambien to sleep. ALL prescribed by the SAME shrink. Little did he know he was turning me into a raging drug addict.
I tried every drug I could from 14 till now, almost a decade later. I have fried my brain from the constant speed abuse, benzo abuse and abuse of MDMA and ecstasy tablets. I have dabbled in methamphetamine which I have managed to keep to a dozen or so times about but I can't stop thinking about >snip< it. I used heroin as much as I could get it from 19 to 23. I started drinking hardcore at 21 after my dad passed. I have been on subutex or suboxone since 20. I have done every drug commonly available in the mean time and many many rc's and obscure chems and I AM NOT PROUD. I am ashamed of my damn self. I have ruined my life. I was a bright, young mind full of promise. Full of dreams and ideas and creativity. Now I can barely form a sentence together.
It has gotten really bad since my Dad passed in 2011. I have been drinking every day since besides 2 stints in rehab and 1 in detox, plus all the self-detoxes and attempts to quit. I just got out of a sober house christian rehab place because I had gotten into a work program but I was withdrawing from etizolam and clonazepam so bad that I couldn't work or sleep. They kicked me out. That was a blessing because 4 out of my 5 roommates were shooting heroin almost daily and I found syringes in several dresser drawers belonging to my roommate.
I got home about 2 weeks ago. I was doing great for 3 days or so. Then my etizolam came and I blacked out when mixing it with alcohol. I broke things, cursed out my mother and family members and just acting completely unlike my loving self. It is horrible. I passed out drunk as hell on the toilet for 30 minutes with my pants down and my brother and mother had to help me get up and it took them half an hour. I can't stop drinking even after this and got caught once again. I started shooting my subutex in hopes I could get a glow again but that didn't work for shit. I messed up my arms pretty bad because my technique sucks and I missed a little, shit I'm happy to still have both my arms. I shot and smoked bowls of meth when my mom kicked me out and put myself into very dangerous situations.
Luckily in the midst of all this my Dad's cousin (I call him Uncle) responded to an email my mother sent pleading for help. He told us about a great facility in Poland that is 15 months and they have a detox unit. It is free for all Polish citizens but I do not have my citizenship yet. It is around 1,000$ a month and we can't afford it but my Mom says she will do whatever it takes to save me and my Uncle is going to ask everyone in the family to chip in. I hope I can get my citizenship shortly after I get there so I don't have to have everyone pay for it. The program looks awesome. There will be sports, sailing, hiking, etc and helping other struggling addicts. They have 4 shrinks on site and doctors. I am so excited!!! I am just bummed about the bill but I know my Mom isn't going to agree to ibogaine treatment since it's a drug.. So this is my best bet.
Before this I was thinking on going on methadone.. and I was ready to give up my life and be a slave to the liquid forever. Now I have hope and I need to prove everyone wrong and prove to myself I am worth something again.
Please wish me luck. I have to do it this time or I will lose my family and (true) friends forever.. This is my last shot. If I somehow screw this up I am back on the streets and I am going to progress to theft and crime to pay for my habit (which I haven't done yet aside from some alleged small scale distribution). I need this and I need a God in my life. I am not a true believer but I believe in something. I just need to be guided.
God Bless,
Daveet
At first it was all fun and games. I started with ritalin and vicodin. Harmless pills I thought, but I liked the effects and soon I would take any drug I could get. I was prescribed clonazepam at 13 for anxiety along with a host of ssri's which did nothing to help my condition. By the time I was 14 I was smoking weed every chance I could, drinking every weekend and taking any pills or anything else I could get my hands on. I did that until I got arrested at 15 for marijuana possession (which was my DOC then). Since I could not smoke I stupidly decided to trick my doctors into prescribing me ADHD pills starting with dexedrine. It was stupidly easy to do. So this is when I experienced true addiction. Taking dexedrine, or ritalin or adderall for ADHD, taking clonazepam for anxiety and ambien to sleep. ALL prescribed by the SAME shrink. Little did he know he was turning me into a raging drug addict.
I tried every drug I could from 14 till now, almost a decade later. I have fried my brain from the constant speed abuse, benzo abuse and abuse of MDMA and ecstasy tablets. I have dabbled in methamphetamine which I have managed to keep to a dozen or so times about but I can't stop thinking about >snip< it. I used heroin as much as I could get it from 19 to 23. I started drinking hardcore at 21 after my dad passed. I have been on subutex or suboxone since 20. I have done every drug commonly available in the mean time and many many rc's and obscure chems and I AM NOT PROUD. I am ashamed of my damn self. I have ruined my life. I was a bright, young mind full of promise. Full of dreams and ideas and creativity. Now I can barely form a sentence together.
It has gotten really bad since my Dad passed in 2011. I have been drinking every day since besides 2 stints in rehab and 1 in detox, plus all the self-detoxes and attempts to quit. I just got out of a sober house christian rehab place because I had gotten into a work program but I was withdrawing from etizolam and clonazepam so bad that I couldn't work or sleep. They kicked me out. That was a blessing because 4 out of my 5 roommates were shooting heroin almost daily and I found syringes in several dresser drawers belonging to my roommate.
I got home about 2 weeks ago. I was doing great for 3 days or so. Then my etizolam came and I blacked out when mixing it with alcohol. I broke things, cursed out my mother and family members and just acting completely unlike my loving self. It is horrible. I passed out drunk as hell on the toilet for 30 minutes with my pants down and my brother and mother had to help me get up and it took them half an hour. I can't stop drinking even after this and got caught once again. I started shooting my subutex in hopes I could get a glow again but that didn't work for shit. I messed up my arms pretty bad because my technique sucks and I missed a little, shit I'm happy to still have both my arms. I shot and smoked bowls of meth when my mom kicked me out and put myself into very dangerous situations.
Luckily in the midst of all this my Dad's cousin (I call him Uncle) responded to an email my mother sent pleading for help. He told us about a great facility in Poland that is 15 months and they have a detox unit. It is free for all Polish citizens but I do not have my citizenship yet. It is around 1,000$ a month and we can't afford it but my Mom says she will do whatever it takes to save me and my Uncle is going to ask everyone in the family to chip in. I hope I can get my citizenship shortly after I get there so I don't have to have everyone pay for it. The program looks awesome. There will be sports, sailing, hiking, etc and helping other struggling addicts. They have 4 shrinks on site and doctors. I am so excited!!! I am just bummed about the bill but I know my Mom isn't going to agree to ibogaine treatment since it's a drug.. So this is my best bet.
Before this I was thinking on going on methadone.. and I was ready to give up my life and be a slave to the liquid forever. Now I have hope and I need to prove everyone wrong and prove to myself I am worth something again.
Please wish me luck. I have to do it this time or I will lose my family and (true) friends forever.. This is my last shot. If I somehow screw this up I am back on the streets and I am going to progress to theft and crime to pay for my habit (which I haven't done yet aside from some alleged small scale distribution). I need this and I need a God in my life. I am not a true believer but I believe in something. I just need to be guided.
God Bless,
Daveet
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