Hi folks. So... I had an encounter with an old friend. We ended up purchasing some marijuana together, just a gram, as both of us have been clean for some time. Myself, almost 2 months... Smoked, and had a conversation about dope. Cut to the chase: Ended up deciding to purchase a gram of 4-FA, to split it, took his half of the money and ordered it.
I PM'd the Captain, and had a little talk about it. Wasn't enough to change my mind about what I'd set out to do. But tonight, I decided to tell my girlfriend about it. Surprisingly, but not really, she decisively, but not too aggressively, countered every argument I had to offer why this one-time party wouldn't set me back. She guided me to the point where I had enough will power to agree, and yes, it was submission -- it was submitting to my original idea, my breakthrough moment: the one where I had realized why I couldn't continue using, and what it costs me while I'm using (stims) -- so... ultimately, I've agreed that when my package comes, I'm giving it to her, unopened, for her to remove this temptation from me, and I will explain to my friend, who later jokingly called me "the devil," because I was making this happen, that I changed my mind, with the help of some intercession -- man. It's not easy to go from anticipating using to surrendering the high to someone, even someone who loves me so much, and I love so much--but that's what I'm doing.
Guys and gals: quitting isn't easy. And this time, I know I couldn't do it alone. I'm still a little frustrated by the whole thing. But I've already promised, and in a weird way, I'm starting to feel better about it.
Dang! I might make 60 days after all! woohoo!
Addiction sucks. Heroin my brother, if I ever find myself telling you about my situation, I'd like you to be harder and stronger about it with me. At least now, now that I've been able to say no once, I should be able to say no any number of times later.
Fortunately, she and I both enjoy psychedelics. And we're going to still be able to party it up together. It's just that nothing seems to satisfy that craving for a roaring, dizzying head rush like a 200mg dose of 4-FA gives. But I've surrendered to the concept that one can't eat that cake and have it (the cake of peace, self-control, etc) at the same time.
Peace, everyone. I hope some of you who read this and are going through similar challenges find some bit of peace or strength from this. I'm blessed, even if sometimes my addiction screams at me as if I was cursed. To all of your continued strength.