Let's get real here, if I wasn't at a weekly risk of running out of benzos and having a fatal seizure, which at my dose I believe would be unavoidable. I'd either be running to the hospital (I would NEVER do that though) - or tie up a noose and find all my old scripts. I don't even think I'd be comfortable with an 100mg Val / day habit right now... it is around there. I am not sure cause it's xans, val, klonopin, whatever the fuck I can get to stop myself from seizing.
If I didn't have that shit to deal with, which is getting extremely costly - on top of a heavy weed habit that costs me $500 a month at least - do you think I would be having no cravings for opiates? Opiates substitute for weed as soon as I use once weed is out of my mind completely and there are no withdrawals, nothing, it's my only escape from being a pothead and I FUCKING HATE being a stupid stoner. The more I am clean, the more it makes sense to go back. They are not as bad for the body and the benzos are simply going to kill me. If I go back though I'll just end up doing both as I can't seem to quit either. I got on benzos and opiates within like a month of each other and started with raw alprazolam powder and heroin. So, one of them is never enough I have to have both that's the high I'm used to and the dependencies.
If I did opiates I see myself feeling like such a dumbass. Such a dumbass cause a relapse was inevitable from the start, and all I've done is exponentiate my benzo tolerance. That would have happened anyway, I didn't have a choice. I ran out of money for dope, forced to quit, ran out of benzos abusing them to try to numb myself, and now I have completely fucked my whole entire life and my spirit is dead. There is a point of no return, you know. There isn't always hope. I'm walking around feeling like I'm already dead. I spend a lot of my time actually feeling in my mind that I am already dead and listening to myself talk to my friends about what a fucking joke it was, stuff like that. Or joking with my family about how they never knew I was snorting smack all that time, ignorant fucks. Not that any of this is very funny. I would like to work in high tech and start my own business and have a lovely wife and a kid or 2 but I'll be dead this summer if not then by the time the snow starts to fall.
Actually my benzo supply is so low right now and I'm so broke that I could even die today. I hear a lot of stories about people having seizures out of nowhere, with no warning. I am at risk of that trying to switch to Val on my own but the doctors would not know what the FUCK to do with me at this point. It's just the way it is, it would take extreme, relentless effort to find a doctor willing to work with me. And I don't want to work with them I want my fucking benzo fix as well as the smack. Fuck weed it's doing nothing for me but a waste of money and time. It doesn't treat shit, on or off it. At least on smack I am functional nobody ever knew. It just makes sense, I'm healthier so long as I can afford the smack. I use half of the benzos I normally do or less and don't really seem to care. I haven't even fucked with my veins yet except for a few marks, just got them all ready with hot yoga. And those are the things that are going to get me the fucking benzos. I fear running out of them exponentially more than I ever did with dope because all hell would break loose. I wouldn't just be laying in bed like it was a torture chamber it's a medical emergency and one that I would be forced into unwillingly - only one way out.