PsychedelicLog
Greenlighter
Well, I have been doing drugs for about 3 years now. I'm 18, a senior in high school, and have been heavily dependent on drugs since freshmen year, aka 4 years. It all started with me being prescribed hydrocodone for wisdom teeth removal freshmen year. I took one and felt GREAT! I believe they were 10 mg. Needless to say, the 15 in the bottle didn't last but two or three days. After running out, I raided my family's medicine cabinet and took out all the abusable meds, I found a large amount of oxycodone, hydrocodone, codeine, and Klonopin. This supply lasted me until Sophomore year, I dosed relatively infrequently- ie. every weekend, or sometimes before school.
This was all well and good, I had no addiction to them, but I had a crutch on prescription meds at only 15 years only. I quit doing pills, but began smoking reefer daily, along with the occasional shrooms and alcohol.
I should talk about myself at this time before I go further. When I was younger, up until about age 11, I pretty much lived in a fantasy world. My imagination completely absorbed me from the outside. I was very smart for my age, and had a thyroid problem I hadn't yet caught onto so I was a bit chubby. Needless to say, I was a prime target for bullies. My self esteem was fucked from an early age. I kept it hidden my whole life, and escaped into video games and television to avoid the torment of reality. I had real friends, but they became popular and I was left alone. I remember at recess I would be picked on constantly, consistently, daily. My parents were very supportive of me, and I love them deeply, but I still felt lost inside.
My situation improved when I fought back in 8th grade, and that was the end of their harassment. I felt very good about myself, and in highschool I was able to make friends, though usually it was just because I was fucked up enough of the time to be able to socialize without anxiety. Now, when I was a junior, life was great. I was doing more drugs than probably everyone in my school combined, and I was finally overcoming my previous depression and anxiety that haunted me my whole life. Things changed when people found out how deeply ingrained drugs are in my lifestyle though. The girl I was dating dumped me, calling me a stupid addict, and that was when shit hit the fan with me.
I began smoking opium and popping pills nearly everyday from then to now. I also smoke pot almost daily, and am hooked on dipping tobacco. I stopped drinking and partying in exchange for being a loner and getting doped up constantly. I just realized how far down the hole I am a few weeks ago. I stopped smoking the opium, and the pot, but still take about 40-80 mg oxycodone and 20-40 mg hydrocodone daily. I have little money saved because it immediately gets spent to support my habit. My thoughts feel dulled and unclear, and I seemed to have lost most of my touch for writing. I can't get girls anymore because it feels as though I am better by myself and with my drugs. My parents don't know, they have only caught me smoking pot two years ago, and they think I quit that.
Overall, I just want my clear mind, sharp wit, and pleasure for life back.
I have a plan to get off the opiates, I will cut out the hydrocodone altogether and ween down on the oxycodone from 50 mg/day, cutting down by 10 mg every week, until I get down 10 mg, where I will ween off 1 mg at a time. Will this work with no withdrawal? Supply is not an issue. Also, should I give up dipping tobacco too? I feel like I should not until I am more stable in my life, in a few years or so. Thoughts? Suggestions?
Also: should I cut out psychedelics too? At least for awhile? I do shrooms or acid about every month or every other month, and I find they help tremendously with my self esteem and mood.
Thanks for reading my whining, I love to complain
This was all well and good, I had no addiction to them, but I had a crutch on prescription meds at only 15 years only. I quit doing pills, but began smoking reefer daily, along with the occasional shrooms and alcohol.
I should talk about myself at this time before I go further. When I was younger, up until about age 11, I pretty much lived in a fantasy world. My imagination completely absorbed me from the outside. I was very smart for my age, and had a thyroid problem I hadn't yet caught onto so I was a bit chubby. Needless to say, I was a prime target for bullies. My self esteem was fucked from an early age. I kept it hidden my whole life, and escaped into video games and television to avoid the torment of reality. I had real friends, but they became popular and I was left alone. I remember at recess I would be picked on constantly, consistently, daily. My parents were very supportive of me, and I love them deeply, but I still felt lost inside.
My situation improved when I fought back in 8th grade, and that was the end of their harassment. I felt very good about myself, and in highschool I was able to make friends, though usually it was just because I was fucked up enough of the time to be able to socialize without anxiety. Now, when I was a junior, life was great. I was doing more drugs than probably everyone in my school combined, and I was finally overcoming my previous depression and anxiety that haunted me my whole life. Things changed when people found out how deeply ingrained drugs are in my lifestyle though. The girl I was dating dumped me, calling me a stupid addict, and that was when shit hit the fan with me.
I began smoking opium and popping pills nearly everyday from then to now. I also smoke pot almost daily, and am hooked on dipping tobacco. I stopped drinking and partying in exchange for being a loner and getting doped up constantly. I just realized how far down the hole I am a few weeks ago. I stopped smoking the opium, and the pot, but still take about 40-80 mg oxycodone and 20-40 mg hydrocodone daily. I have little money saved because it immediately gets spent to support my habit. My thoughts feel dulled and unclear, and I seemed to have lost most of my touch for writing. I can't get girls anymore because it feels as though I am better by myself and with my drugs. My parents don't know, they have only caught me smoking pot two years ago, and they think I quit that.
Overall, I just want my clear mind, sharp wit, and pleasure for life back.
I have a plan to get off the opiates, I will cut out the hydrocodone altogether and ween down on the oxycodone from 50 mg/day, cutting down by 10 mg every week, until I get down 10 mg, where I will ween off 1 mg at a time. Will this work with no withdrawal? Supply is not an issue. Also, should I give up dipping tobacco too? I feel like I should not until I am more stable in my life, in a few years or so. Thoughts? Suggestions?
Also: should I cut out psychedelics too? At least for awhile? I do shrooms or acid about every month or every other month, and I find they help tremendously with my self esteem and mood.
Thanks for reading my whining, I love to complain
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