ShroomySatori
Bluelighter
I am worried because I am spiralling out of control with the opiates but my spine is so wrecked that I literally don't have a choice. I was the worst person ever to develop a serious back problem with my addictive personality. One year from a percocet a day to a full blown heroin habit. I used to think man an oxy 80 a day? Christ, I couldn't even handle a 30. Now an 80 is nothing to me and it's only been a year. A year of sniffing H (my favourite obviously), sniffing dillies, sniffing oxycontin 80's broken into quarters, sniffing hydromorph contin pellets broken up, smoking opium, and popping thousands of percocets.
All I want is pain relief and I will do whatever it takes. My back is royally fucked, I can't even walk without dope. But more than that I already hated everything about my life and I was always an addict just not to this stuff. Mountains of cannabis used to be enough. I'm worried that it's going to kill me. I'm worried about how depressed I've become. How I want to die and I'm looking forward to it so I don't even care about destroying myself. I worry that I have cut myself with razors when I ran out of H, my arm is a fuckin mess and I haven't even shot up yet. I worry that I clearly see where this is headed but I am powerless to stop it because that back pain is a monster. It's a serious demon in my spine.
I pop as much extended release oxy as I can afford to and then switch to heroin and repeat. I just need to rail it to get that hit; popping pills doesn't do it for me anymore. It gets even worse if I bring up the panic attacks and benzo dependency, but benzos are not addictive to me. I don't give a fuck about them I just take them. I'm talking psychological of course... that heroin is like a vampire. You get bit by it and you're never the same. It's a damned obsession, I need to be in that place where time stops moving and everything gets slow. There is a small hope that they are going to fix my back, but then what? Does anybody know about facet joints, killing the nerve? Does that actually work? Now I'm a fiend and I honestly don't think I could ever stop because I don't want to. It's more than pain relief now it's relief from everything. It's relief from my broken relationship. It's relief from my ruined career. It's relief from my thoughts of suicide and misery. It's relief from my extreme social anxiety and panic disorder. It's relief from my hatred of life on this insane asylum of a rock.
I was chosen. I am a chosen one. I was chosen to suffer. For whatever reason, maybe something I did in a past life. Maybe because it was supposed to help me grow spiritually but it didn't. I didn't like to suffer, I didn't like to be lonely, so I turned to these drugs. It started with weed. That was the first drug I had a serious addiction to. So coming into opiates, heroin being the first one I ever tried, it was just natural to start hitting something daily again. I wasn't knew to the game. I had a few hooks and chains under my belt already. This one takes the cake though. It's just the fucking tolerance is insane. You're blind to it at first but it happens FAST, way faster than with benzo dependency. It's shocking how quickly you need more and it seems exponential, like once you start needing more it keeps doubling and before you know it you're a complete mess. Once I realized what was happening, I tried cutting back but I couldn't. I didn't like wasting my time, suffering and feeling like shit. My tolerance wouldn't budge. I tried for months to get it down by suffering withdrawal but honestly once you have a tolerance to this shit you're just fucked. I was brought into life under conditions that encouraged me to be who I am today. It's a set up! And I've lost control. I regret my past. I regret everything and I want it to end.
I'm supposed to be an engineer but I am disconnected from society completely. I keep getting fired and it's scarred my mind. I've lost all self confidence because thrice in the workplace people have just hated my guts when I was working my ass off. Because of HR people matching me with jobs I'm not qualified for. I get fired because people don't understand that I suffer as well. I guess I need to take a look at disability, if that exists. I should sue those bastard employers but I'm too busy getting high. I can't be sober because I can't handle the way I've been treated by my fellow man. That's one of the preconditions that makes it natural to get addicted, not having a job or a social life. Also, I was lonely and depressed, another precondition. I was a problem drinker and a severe cannabis addict; history of drug abuse being another precondition. I had a panic attack disorder, another precondition. I had chronic extreme physical agony around the clock, and that in itself was enough. I felt hopeless and still do. When is this going to end? Can't I just get a heavy hit already??? I can't take it anymore. I'm directionless, I've lost all my motivation and I have no idea how to snap out of it. I think I'm a little psycho too from all the psychedelics especially from abusing weed at a young age - just really started things off on the wrong foot. I used to have a 20k weed habit. At least I'm a somewhat functional addict on opiates. I'm not nearly as stupid as I was when I was a stoner. I'm pretty damned messed up though, It's halfway through the day and I've already dropped 50 milligrams of oxy. What have I become?
All I want is pain relief and I will do whatever it takes. My back is royally fucked, I can't even walk without dope. But more than that I already hated everything about my life and I was always an addict just not to this stuff. Mountains of cannabis used to be enough. I'm worried that it's going to kill me. I'm worried about how depressed I've become. How I want to die and I'm looking forward to it so I don't even care about destroying myself. I worry that I have cut myself with razors when I ran out of H, my arm is a fuckin mess and I haven't even shot up yet. I worry that I clearly see where this is headed but I am powerless to stop it because that back pain is a monster. It's a serious demon in my spine.
I pop as much extended release oxy as I can afford to and then switch to heroin and repeat. I just need to rail it to get that hit; popping pills doesn't do it for me anymore. It gets even worse if I bring up the panic attacks and benzo dependency, but benzos are not addictive to me. I don't give a fuck about them I just take them. I'm talking psychological of course... that heroin is like a vampire. You get bit by it and you're never the same. It's a damned obsession, I need to be in that place where time stops moving and everything gets slow. There is a small hope that they are going to fix my back, but then what? Does anybody know about facet joints, killing the nerve? Does that actually work? Now I'm a fiend and I honestly don't think I could ever stop because I don't want to. It's more than pain relief now it's relief from everything. It's relief from my broken relationship. It's relief from my ruined career. It's relief from my thoughts of suicide and misery. It's relief from my extreme social anxiety and panic disorder. It's relief from my hatred of life on this insane asylum of a rock.
I was chosen. I am a chosen one. I was chosen to suffer. For whatever reason, maybe something I did in a past life. Maybe because it was supposed to help me grow spiritually but it didn't. I didn't like to suffer, I didn't like to be lonely, so I turned to these drugs. It started with weed. That was the first drug I had a serious addiction to. So coming into opiates, heroin being the first one I ever tried, it was just natural to start hitting something daily again. I wasn't knew to the game. I had a few hooks and chains under my belt already. This one takes the cake though. It's just the fucking tolerance is insane. You're blind to it at first but it happens FAST, way faster than with benzo dependency. It's shocking how quickly you need more and it seems exponential, like once you start needing more it keeps doubling and before you know it you're a complete mess. Once I realized what was happening, I tried cutting back but I couldn't. I didn't like wasting my time, suffering and feeling like shit. My tolerance wouldn't budge. I tried for months to get it down by suffering withdrawal but honestly once you have a tolerance to this shit you're just fucked. I was brought into life under conditions that encouraged me to be who I am today. It's a set up! And I've lost control. I regret my past. I regret everything and I want it to end.
I'm supposed to be an engineer but I am disconnected from society completely. I keep getting fired and it's scarred my mind. I've lost all self confidence because thrice in the workplace people have just hated my guts when I was working my ass off. Because of HR people matching me with jobs I'm not qualified for. I get fired because people don't understand that I suffer as well. I guess I need to take a look at disability, if that exists. I should sue those bastard employers but I'm too busy getting high. I can't be sober because I can't handle the way I've been treated by my fellow man. That's one of the preconditions that makes it natural to get addicted, not having a job or a social life. Also, I was lonely and depressed, another precondition. I was a problem drinker and a severe cannabis addict; history of drug abuse being another precondition. I had a panic attack disorder, another precondition. I had chronic extreme physical agony around the clock, and that in itself was enough. I felt hopeless and still do. When is this going to end? Can't I just get a heavy hit already??? I can't take it anymore. I'm directionless, I've lost all my motivation and I have no idea how to snap out of it. I think I'm a little psycho too from all the psychedelics especially from abusing weed at a young age - just really started things off on the wrong foot. I used to have a 20k weed habit. At least I'm a somewhat functional addict on opiates. I'm not nearly as stupid as I was when I was a stoner. I'm pretty damned messed up though, It's halfway through the day and I've already dropped 50 milligrams of oxy. What have I become?
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