NotQuiteThere
Bluelighter
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- Oct 24, 2011
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Hi all,
I just wanted to write briefly about my experience, because the more people I've met, I've found there is a lot of similarity between what I've experienced and others. And I know that reading about other people going through the same things has been helpful to me.
Don't want to be long winded, but basically wanted to say that the past few months I've had to admit, painfully, that I have a drug problem. But unlike a 'classical' drug problem, I'm not a particular addict to any substance. Sure, I've developed a tolerance to alcohol. Though that's because alcohol is my drug of choice at the moment. I was prescribed klonopin before, and was quite addicted to it, until I stopped 3 years ago. Of course, the withdrawal was terrible. I was addicted to smoking, quit that too.
Basically, I'm at a point in my life where I don't know where to go from here. I want to seek help but I almost feel like rehab won't help that much because, though a month or so without drugs can be useful, I feel that the underlying causes that push me to use won't be gone. Case in point, I spent a month at a zen monastery this past year (not rehab, I know), didn't use drugs except for a small amount of valium to sleep, came home, started using again slowly. I'm at a loss because I feel like a period of cessation is equivalent to dieting by starvation - it'll work in the short term until I resume normal operation.
Anyway, not seeking advice or help really, just letting people out there know that they're not alone in their feeling that everything is fucked up because they NEED to consume something.
My life has been driven by this the past 7 years. If it wasn't alcohol, it was marijuana, or hallucinogens, or benzos, or amphetamines, or something. I'm absolutely not comfortable with seeing the world as it is. Recently, my anxiety has gotten so great that really only alcohol, benzos, or dissociatives are acceptable to me. Attempting to trip or get stoned simply results in a very uncomfortable state at best, and a bad trip that makes me crazily seek for xanax at the worst.
My upbringing was pretty shitty. I developed severe insomnia and ADD and anxiety that needed medication starting from the 7th grade. Don't want to go into details, but that's where my abuse started.
Interestingly enough, I can quit most or all drugs by engaging myself in some other 'distractive' sort of activity. i.e. if I'm playing a computer game (DotA was my personal curse, for those that have played it) I can go days or weeks without any drugs because that is my drug. Or I can over eat to the point of incredible weight gain (doesn't help much with depression).
Deprived of all these, as I was at the monastery I went to, my drug became sleep. It was truly amazing to witness myself, an insomniac, sleeping 14+ hours a day because it was my only escape from the world when separated from any sort of drug.
From personal observation, the biggest driving force in leading me to do these things is a fundamental lack of trust in myself. I look at everyone around me and constantly compare. So and so is doing this thing I 'want' - so and so is doing that thing I 'want.' Amazingly, once I get something I want, it's not what I want anymore. I lost 60 pounds two years ago after fretting endlessly about being overweight, but somehow I didn't feel better. I started worrying about debt, or my lack of confidence around women. I didn't feel better because of the weight loss. Instead, subconsciously, I drove myself to pervert my mind and body even more so I could have something else to worry about.
Ok this is kind of a rambling post, but here's the conclusion. I'm getting help now, and I hope anyone else who is in a similar situation does too. I felt like I couldn't go to AA meetings because I could quit drinking and consume other drugs, for example. I've also felt like, since I could quit any drug (be it chemical or experiential like video games), that I wasn't an addict. Well, I'm seeing the writing on the wall now, and so should you. In a good way that is! Experience life for real. It will be shitty at first for sure, but in the end it'll be worth it.
Or maybe I'm fucking wrong about it all, but I've talked to other people who have this issue where they hate the life they see, and they hate who they are, and they see the only solution as medication with drugs or other similar things. And that's not a sustainable solution.
I just wanted to write briefly about my experience, because the more people I've met, I've found there is a lot of similarity between what I've experienced and others. And I know that reading about other people going through the same things has been helpful to me.
Don't want to be long winded, but basically wanted to say that the past few months I've had to admit, painfully, that I have a drug problem. But unlike a 'classical' drug problem, I'm not a particular addict to any substance. Sure, I've developed a tolerance to alcohol. Though that's because alcohol is my drug of choice at the moment. I was prescribed klonopin before, and was quite addicted to it, until I stopped 3 years ago. Of course, the withdrawal was terrible. I was addicted to smoking, quit that too.
Basically, I'm at a point in my life where I don't know where to go from here. I want to seek help but I almost feel like rehab won't help that much because, though a month or so without drugs can be useful, I feel that the underlying causes that push me to use won't be gone. Case in point, I spent a month at a zen monastery this past year (not rehab, I know), didn't use drugs except for a small amount of valium to sleep, came home, started using again slowly. I'm at a loss because I feel like a period of cessation is equivalent to dieting by starvation - it'll work in the short term until I resume normal operation.
Anyway, not seeking advice or help really, just letting people out there know that they're not alone in their feeling that everything is fucked up because they NEED to consume something.
My life has been driven by this the past 7 years. If it wasn't alcohol, it was marijuana, or hallucinogens, or benzos, or amphetamines, or something. I'm absolutely not comfortable with seeing the world as it is. Recently, my anxiety has gotten so great that really only alcohol, benzos, or dissociatives are acceptable to me. Attempting to trip or get stoned simply results in a very uncomfortable state at best, and a bad trip that makes me crazily seek for xanax at the worst.
My upbringing was pretty shitty. I developed severe insomnia and ADD and anxiety that needed medication starting from the 7th grade. Don't want to go into details, but that's where my abuse started.
Interestingly enough, I can quit most or all drugs by engaging myself in some other 'distractive' sort of activity. i.e. if I'm playing a computer game (DotA was my personal curse, for those that have played it) I can go days or weeks without any drugs because that is my drug. Or I can over eat to the point of incredible weight gain (doesn't help much with depression).
Deprived of all these, as I was at the monastery I went to, my drug became sleep. It was truly amazing to witness myself, an insomniac, sleeping 14+ hours a day because it was my only escape from the world when separated from any sort of drug.
From personal observation, the biggest driving force in leading me to do these things is a fundamental lack of trust in myself. I look at everyone around me and constantly compare. So and so is doing this thing I 'want' - so and so is doing that thing I 'want.' Amazingly, once I get something I want, it's not what I want anymore. I lost 60 pounds two years ago after fretting endlessly about being overweight, but somehow I didn't feel better. I started worrying about debt, or my lack of confidence around women. I didn't feel better because of the weight loss. Instead, subconsciously, I drove myself to pervert my mind and body even more so I could have something else to worry about.
Ok this is kind of a rambling post, but here's the conclusion. I'm getting help now, and I hope anyone else who is in a similar situation does too. I felt like I couldn't go to AA meetings because I could quit drinking and consume other drugs, for example. I've also felt like, since I could quit any drug (be it chemical or experiential like video games), that I wasn't an addict. Well, I'm seeing the writing on the wall now, and so should you. In a good way that is! Experience life for real. It will be shitty at first for sure, but in the end it'll be worth it.
Or maybe I'm fucking wrong about it all, but I've talked to other people who have this issue where they hate the life they see, and they hate who they are, and they see the only solution as medication with drugs or other similar things. And that's not a sustainable solution.

