mrflowers00
Ex-Bluelighter
i can't let him suffer w/o help from me it's a bit of a catch 22
I just..... Lost it. Rage blackout no idea what happened or how I got here this was horrifying and one of the nights ill spend years blocking out. I had to tell someone since everyone is asleep. I sometimes feel like if there is a higher power that it gets off on watching me fucking suffer and suffocate myself choking on tears that don't stop literally they'll just keep going like to the point I have to seriously worry about hydration. I wish today never existed and that I had been a man when it made a difference but I chose drugs and they're clearly the solution to life's problems. Fucking HATE PTSD BLACKOUTS just like "snapped to" in the fucking middle of the street bleeding. So yeah. I wouldn't be so mad. But It's like I got stuck with holy dust and a shitload like the PCP poster child and I don't even enjoy dissociatives. I wish I could fuckkking REMEMBER what I was doing the past 5 hours, I'm chainsmoking listening to the police scanner praying for nothing that would match my behavior. Or any clues, but nope. No ones called dispatch about it so I just fucking really hope everything is going to be okay and that the couple humans alive who have earned my trust help me when they wake up, I'm deliberately avoiding a part of the property where all my shit is stashed where I'm nowhere near stable enough to be around such insanity. I'm just so scared and still am having an extended panic attack SO hypervigilant and worried because this type of severe rage blackout only happens after something fucking BAD went down and last I remember I was just talking to a friend with the seats reclined in the Denali smoking a lot of carcinogens. I can't shake the feeling that someone isn't safe right now we that I don't know any clue who it could be, I got no text records or calls on any of my burners cellies or pagers. So I'm wondering if some thug wanted to play rough and tried to jack me or something. Replayed the CCTV records and it just shows me leave and return like a sleep walker almost. It was like I was barely sane and I'm finding track marks which had me lose it completely and come
Here to post just whatever the fuck I've written because the track marks are NOT OKAY. I'm not okay. I think I should like disappear for a few days off the Grid but I can't because I need to figure out what happened tonight. Usually the next day I have better recall....
So yeah I'm grateful I wasn't 5150d but I feel like I don't deserve to live anymore. Without my ex I am sorry I just. Do not see a place for me here anymore. I'm already dead to her. Might we well give her the one thing I know I can do and would do In a heartbeat if it weren't completely insane for a soulmate to ask you to kill yourself.
Usually haloperidol works a lot better by now but I'm still hyperventilating and got a BP In the 300s that's a personal record I need to relax I'm starting to panic I'm gunnna stroke out. But I'm going out for more smoking and to calm down the best way I know, staring into the flames of a fire pit or just chilling around a BBQ or 55 gallon drum like they do in the streets in the winter.
Please higher power. You know what could make this all go away. And you know I know your not going to grant me that request.... Urgh I need to fucking scream sorry everyone I really needed to vent a bit or Id have exploded like an dumbass (who's dumb enough to synth using this method) bottle of "shake n bake" and like smoke while they're handling highly explosive and volatile gasses and solvents and catalysts. Weird analogy but if anyone's seen it done then I think it's the perfect metaphor for me, the bottle that needed to be vented 60 seconds ago and it's a ticking time bomb.
I think Tricomb is an amazing guy and I have a lot of empathy for his situation. It's never fun to come to out of a black out.
^ I think he doesn't remember recent IV use and he is very troubled by not remembering.
I think Tricomb is an amazing guy and I have a lot of empathy for his situation. It's never fun to come to out of a black out.
sounds like me, my ex hates me and blocked me out of her life because of the way i was, thats what makes it bad for me, the regret, because she was happy with me and her family and freinds were saying i was the best bf she had, but i overthought things and said things i shoudnt and the happinness i had in the past is making me depressed because mentally i cannot let go,Tricomb hun I know you are having such a hard time in life and I totally sympathize but it is not up to the higher power to make you feel better, it is up to you. You can change your life around you just have to keep fighting and make it happen. Every one of us has pains but how are you going to see the beauty of life if you always focus on the negativity? There will always he pains and struggles but that is part of life.
I know you miss your girl but why do you keep on bringing her up or even thinking about someone who doesn't care for you anymore? Your life is not up to her, it is up to you you can't keep living your life for someone as your life should not revolve around someone else. Please hun do yourself a favor and get your life together. Your body has already suffered too much so its time to take care of it!
I rarely have slept more often than every 3-7 days for the last 5 months or so.... It doesn't matter whether I take stimulants, I still never sleep and when I do it is usually only with antipsychotics and extremely high doses of benzodiazepines, even had to use Seconal for a short while. But I wasn't in meth psychosis...... Unlike what everyone first assumes, Ive told multiple people about my rage blackouts that happen as a result of the anuse I endured as a child adolescent and teenager, I only get these blackouts when someone is in danger of being abused I just cannot handle how helpless I must have felt which likely triggered the blackout. If we're friends your probably aware of my rage blackouts to an extent.
This. And back at you CH.
I'm pretty sure witnessing the rape and being frozen because I knew engaging would mean my life or my freedom. Ended up calling in welfare checks to dispatch for both neighbors. I waited and waited for dispatch to send units out here but the response time already is horrible let alone coming out here, cops never show up for any calls without at least one unit for backup. I must have hid and snuck inside my house it/when they came. I think I might have thrown a heavy rock at the car to stop the animal from forcing himself on the unconscious body it was very hard to tell in the black of night despite my being famous for my impeccable vision especially at night....
And yeah I must have shot up at least six times counting trackmarks.... And just did again a few hours ago. Recent life events have had me isolating myself further and further and the people I used to be able to count on arent there for me right now. I wish I knew what it felt like to be happy without having a narcotic to thank for it. Every day I wake up to some sort of sense of impending doom that eventually turns real.
This time next year we're still gonna be here and everything is gonna be a shitload better guys.