Why are you addicted?

At this point the only thing I could be considered addicted to is alcohol (I am psychologically addicted, not very physically addicted) and this is most likely because of my past abuse of anything under the sun.

Back in the day it was for self medication from depression and anxiety. It doesn't work though, I can testify to that. Sure feels like it does at first though.
 
Anxiety and Depression seem to be the main cause of my drug use. "Escapism" if you will. But At times, im just looking for an "out of the ordinary" experience. Through experience, I have realized good experiences dont automatically come with drugs, however my first few experimental dosages of MDMA/Ecstasy told me otherwise.

The magic would persistently put me in "out of the ordinary" scenarios where I felt special, Loved, Important.
Throughout the year, I realized this was not the case. It was merely the precursor to my journey of life, and the journey into my teen years of drug use.

im 20 now, and know that "Drug" friends aren't the right friends. But now I am addicted (mentally) to the "mind fuck" if you will of drug use. AKA Escapism.
I'm convinced theres nothing wrong with my drug use, but when I think back. I see how it is the advocate of many of my problems in the past.
I cant help but love the escapism, and the social aspect of it.
Ketamine is one drug I prefer to do alone, and is one of my most favored. However, Acid, MDMA (which I should not be using anymore), and any other drug I prefer to do in a social setting. Iv experimented with Opiates , just the pills and realized the high was too good for me to continue providing for myself. Fortunately, I am SANE enough to stay away from those.

To sum it all up,

lack of confidence, lack of meaning toward life, and lack of being a socialite.

Although I am very personable, I wasn't very much liked by those who carried a large ego, and for that I was looked down upon a lot.
It wasnt until I started doing drugs, where I met friends who were on the same level as me.

As years passed, I realized I outgrew those people, but not my habits :(
 
I'm addicted because she left me dammit!!!

Now I have no one to hold, just another hole that needs to be filled. (oh poor me, cue sad music...)

I think everyone is "addicted" to something, I have a million reasons I can think of. I'm sure I'll always find ways to alter my mind, I just hope to find a way to do it in a more balanced manner someday.


to address above post: I too love escapism, I think life needs a back door that you can walk out of from time to time, a little break from reality to give you perspective on things, as long as you can get back in and don't get fired (killed) I don't think it's a problem. escapism is just getting rid of the idea of your self as something separate from the world/universe, in certain religions they would call this enlightenment. I guess ideally escapism can be practiced as an art form. I definitely look at it that way at times. other times I just wanna get high as soon as possible in whatever way is convenient and available at the moment. (I don't smoke pot out of coke cans in back alleys too much any more, but I wouldn't put it past me, I have my desperate moments)
 
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I still enjoy getting high, but not as often now, since I quit illicits about a year ago. I do use and have always used alot of pharmaciuticals, but mainly just diazepam for my anxiety disorder. Basically for me I enjoy being high because life is almost always too boring and depressing for me, and I am addicted to diazepam and have been for 6 years for anxiety disorder which has been put down to a combination of alot of crap as a child and ampetamine/e/pot abuse.
 
because i live to use and use to live? because i don't know any other way anymore.. because i love it, AND because i hate it..

agreed

I've always been this "pick it up, & drop it back down, again." I was always able to keep it under control, had binges then was able to stop. Had a little meth problem or a year, then got sick of it. Did it a few more times when "in the mood" in the months following, then never again, even though I hung out with tweekers who offered it to me/did it in front of me despite me saying I'd quit, I still got it for people for a while after... Eventually put myself on a "drug schedule" 4 months a year drinking/drugs in my free time.

Enter heroin, a couple years after my first try (East Coast Powder, snorted - had been mailed by friend) - smoked it (black tar) few times per week for a couple of months. Decided to stop for a while after ODing on my second shot the 1st time I tried shooting. Got an addict boyfriend, to piss people off before I was to move out of state in a few months. He'd do it in front of me all of the time, not a problem, I didn't want it, thought pretty highly of myself for it, because "he's hooked on shit drugs, and I only do the GOOD drugs like Intramuscular/IV ketamine, DXM, LSD, etc) But a few months later, I went on a couple of few-week binges. Then moved to LasVegas. It's said that LV will find your weakness... When I got here, I made my Bf find a source. Then I'd do it a couple times per week, up to weeks at a time. Been constant since August 08, except for when I try to quit, which lasts 2 to 7 days. (& by the way, it's like my bf and I switched. he's on maintanance pain meds due to an accident that shattered his spine. he uses about a few times a month up to a week or so at a time now.)

So... reasons? B/c I view myself as invincible, as if this wouldn't apply to me, b/c I was always in control, despite my surroundings.
B/c it makes me complacent. Moving here right during the economic collapse means I barely even find work. And only have my boyfriend. My typical life involves work, school, providin psychedelics, going on adventures, going out a lot, lots of being active, I suppose, working out. And I'm only satiated in the midst of constant activity. My life is so limited, and now i'e found a way to tolerate it, tho it creates its own problem - trading "all the little hurts into one big hurt."

And I do try to quit about every 6 weeks since last August. I stay up the first 24 hours, then knock myself out on soma/klonopin/valium/temazepam/xanax combo for two days. Wake up feeling physically fine except diarrhea, but mentally I just can't stand it... I don't have an outlet for my anxiety, turning it from a positive into an intolerable attribute of my personality. Can't stand it and can't stand the life I can't stand. And sometimes I figure I"ll just do it this time, or that time, or for a week til the shits subside & then stop again, but it doesn't work that way. It keeps on keepin on...

For as much as I hate it, there is this part of me that loves it, is attached and attracted to it, glamorizes it. maybe if i had lots of K to shoot up for a while after detox subsided, and then suddenly had all these things to attend to, maybe i'd be able to stop. but maybe i'd see it as some challenge to see how much and how long i can maintain addiction and responsibilities. so much of me, when i do try to quit, is doing it because of financial reasons. and b/c i've been able to be ok with all other drugs even living w/addicts, some part of me thinks that I really will, when i'm completely decided, rather than "hate being on it, hate being off it" - i'll be able to get back to where i only use VERY occasionally, like it had been with other opiates.

Although, in addition - have had on/off problems since 11 with depression/suicidal ideation and have had resulting issues w/addictive/compulsive "behaviors" of self-mutilation, anorexia, and bulemia of both varieties (purging - laxatives, vomiting, and non-purging- binge then starve, over-excersize) I don't do any of those very often since the heroin took precedence, tho self-mutilation is the more common one.

Roommate: b/c i decided "i want to use drugs" then "i want to use drugs again" "& again, & again, & again..." then it gets to a certain point after a number of times where it becomes "I NEED to use drugs"
his background - alcoholic for about ten years, alternating with "drug phases" where he becomes hooked and is forced to quit after he loses everything (except for weed - he just got tired of it) and goes back to alcohol. he seems to be able to have a manageable life w/alcohol. i told him this and he told me that ACTUALLY it's more manageable w/heroin, b/c he doesn't "act out" when he gets too drunk. i said no, with alcohol you can still hold down a job and take care of your shit, not so with heroin.
 
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Just curious how thats working for you?

Do you have Joy and happieness?

Sometimes i do sometimes i don't. Some days im very happy other days im completely fucking miserable. But since i have to deal with chronic pain, bipolar disorder and addictions (alcohol being the major one) that is to be expected.
 
^ Definitely. I don't believe anyone who says they have found constant joy and happiness. Being human, we all experience good times and bad times. Finding faith in a god doesn't make a person immune to sadness and misery.
 
My entire family hates my fucking guts thats probably part of it. I have spent the last 5 christmas's,birthdays, thanks givings easters, and whatever else the rest of you call "special times" either all by myself, or just my girlfriend and I. My dad calls me every now and then just to make sure Im alright. I have never done anything to them. They are all just ashamed of me and the fact that I use drugs. They wish I did not exist, maybe I'll satisfye them someday, who knows......Maybe if every single person I ever loved or cared about in this world didn't turn their back on me things would be different? Who knows?

I get my poison prescribed to me, and the rest that I use, I have a decent job and pay for it. I have never done anything to any of them but loved and cared for them. I got hate in return.
 
^ Definitely. I don't believe anyone who says they have found constant joy and happiness. Being human, we all experience good times and bad times. Finding faith in a god doesn't make a person immune to sadness and misery.


Absolutly correct Mrs. Sweet P.

Your right Christians still experience sadness, and other type of feelings.

But thru all of our sufferings we seem to find Joy in there. Its hard to explain unless your a Christian yourself. Thru all of my trials, and tribulations I still find a sence of peace thru them.


I know that this world isnt my home, Im just passing thru!! I know that my God shall deliver me thru all of my trials. I know acording to Romams 8:28 that God works all things out for my good. Even the bad, Even my addiction!!!

Im not saying my life is perfect by any means.... Im a sinner just like everyone else, and fall on a daily basis!! Dont get the wrong impression.
 
"But thru all of our sufferings we seem to find Joy in there. Its hard to explain unless your a Christian"

no, most of us get it fully, its an o;d quote, from before the bible, that i will paraphrase, something to the effect of the light is always brighter, once you leave the dark.
 
Absolutly correct Mrs. Sweet P.

Your right Christians still experience sadness, and other type of feelings.

But thru all of our sufferings we seem to find Joy in there. Its hard to explain unless your a Christian yourself. Thru all of my trials, and tribulations I still find a sence of peace thru them.


I know that this world isnt my home, Im just passing thru!! I know that my God shall deliver me thru all of my trials. I know acording to Romams 8:28 that God works all things out for my good. Even the bad, Even my addiction!!!

Im not saying my life is perfect by any means.... Im a sinner just like everyone else, and fall on a daily basis!! Dont get the wrong impression.

I believe that this world is my home and it's the only one i'll have. I don't think theres anything after it. Hence i try to make the best of it and live my life the way i want because all ive got is here and now.

I just try and take the good with the bad and make the most of it. If i let all the bad things get to me id have given up by now. But im much stronger then that as ive learned the hard way as of late :\
 
^^ Yeah I also beleive this life is all there is and nothing more. Don't get me wrong, I have my own small spiritual beleifs, but for me I can't understand about focusing on things which we have no proof exist rather than actually focus on our life now.
 
Despite my better judgment, and the restraint I had for years by using opiates recreationally - I began to use daily. I remember back years ago I’d get a flap of H on a Monday and just leave it there until the weekend. I’d get a dozen oxy 80’s and they’d last three months. That’s now all changed. Why do I do it? I just really like their warm glow, and I can maintain a habit without causing myself any irreversible harm physically or financially. Virtually no one knows I'm a junky, except for all you bluelighters. =D
 
ADD (maybe), youth trauma.

Oh and SececaRD, if you want my honest opinion: When people start preaching about how their religion is a better way to fill up their void then going to a doctor or therapist or whatever, even call this unhealthy, my heart starts pounding. Seriously, religious people that feel they have to infect others with the lies they believe in really piss me off. My worst days have been when I lived in the US for a year in between all these mormon religious nutjobs, fucking judging you all day and acting holier then holy.

If I offended anyone, sorry.. But this is how I feel about it: muslims, christians.. They always annoy the shit outta me. I've had a lot of bad experiences with these people as they have a tendency to convert (unlike the jews). I don't have anything against spirituality but please don't judge others or try to push your beliefs on them... /RANT
 
If I like something I'm going to keep doing it. I like sex so I do it often. I like horror movies so I have a huge collection. I like the way I feel on drugs so I use them. I don't really have a reason for being addicted.
 
6 years pleasure, 4 years struggle, ~400h of therapy and still no idea. Still asking myself whether or not I am even responsible for it. In the end there are so many reasons that I could easily be writing whole paragraphs. But then again there's no ultimate reason, the one cause for my addiction. Pondering that question gets very philosophical eventually, but I never really come to conclusions.

EDIT: The worst part for me is to suspect a sort of helplessness towards the issue, being at the mercy of the universe's laws, being one of the unlucky ones that had to find out that mercy is a term for something that the universe doesn't know. So no matter how many times over I find out the reason, it can't be stopped. Fuck I hate that way to look at it, but I feel I can't even choose that.
 
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I substituted men & sex with drugs and partying circa 3 years ago
fully aware of what I was doing....

now I don't party so much or take as many drugs but I've tried to quit and can never get longer than 2-3 weeks....lately I've reverted back to every week, even though I don't have the money, I figure I've lost so much anyway over the years that I may as well keep right on going....and I get really antsy where I feel like I can't function without experiencing the rush at least once....at any expense.
Libido is dead & buried, so this is all I have to get me off....pretty much... :|
 
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