Hello everybody!
I am one of the lurking members of this wonderful community; perhaps 95% of the time I lurk, and only 5% of the time do I post or comment in threads. Right now I need some advice, and like most of you I find it difficult to ask help from family members because they will be unable to relate to my drug stories and the repercussions of drug abuse, so here I go...
As with most chronicles of one's "drug experimentation"--or "drug abuse" depending on how you look at it--it is hard to condense everything without boring the readers. Nonetheless I'll try my best to keep this succinct.
For ease of reading, I will divide my story into the following parts:
I started using drugs in my 3rd year of high school. I know some of you started experimenting at a much earlier age, but I consider mine early because I had not yet created a healthy, functioning understanding of society and the real world. In retrospect, you should not start altering reality and your consciousness unless you already have a good understanding and appreciation of what it means to be a member of society; "before you start reaching for the skies, make sure your feet are planted firmly on the ground," as they say. NOTE: I am not saying we should be mindless, conforming drones of The Man; I am only saying that we have to fully understand how the game works before we start 'bending' the rules.
The drugs I tried were never as "hardcore" as most other members here--I only tried grass, DXM, benzos, and some painkillers. But I used them way too much, and I was way too young. The DXM probably did the worst damage, and I believe that getting dissociatedly high pulled my Ego away from my mind and left it floating in outer space. What does this mean? It means that all the defenses I had created since childhood, my confidence, my ability to cope with problems and challenges, and my ability to properly believe in myself and socialize were seriously compromised. Nowadays I tend to get anxious way more easily than I used to, I've also become more prone to self-conscious thoughts ("Am I behaving in the right way?" "Am I saying the right things?" "Are other people secretly judging me?") And what is incredibly frustrating is that I know these fears are irrational; prior to using drugs, I was totally confident in my own shoes, and I was always hopeful and positive in facing life's challenges.
I have done my best to re-solidify my mind and my sense of self. I have been doing yoga and meditation almost daily for 3 years now. I have also been staying sober, having only a few tokes very infrequently, and I have been looking for work and doing part-time jobs as well--I am trying to re-adapt into the real world. Nonetheless, I still feel that sense that I lost the adaptive functions of my mind because of the DXM abuse. I still tend to get worried a lot, over little things about having to interact with people, or having to accomplish something I would rather not do even if I know it would be good for me.
And here is what urged me to write this entire post: I recently got my hands on some Valium again. And I just wanted to see how it would affect my mindset after so many years of not using them. I popped a few milligrams, and wow, I felt like I was completely normal again. I wasn't high, I wasn't exhilarated, but I was genuinely interested in socializing with others, and I was also confident in getting some work done... Normal as if all the damage of the drugs had completely gone away.
And even though I felt good about it, I also felt hopeless. Does this mean 3 years of yoga and trying to re-adapt to reality will still pale in comparison to 20mg of benzodiazepines? OF course the benzodiazepine buzz cannot last forever; I will probably get hooked and suffer even more if I keep on popping them... I do not want this to happen. It's just that the pills took away the worry and the shyness.
Ultimately, I would really just like to hear of similar stories. Of those people who lost a part of themselves cause of too much experimentation, but nonetheless were able to recover again. I am definitely not an addict anymore, I no longer seek to escape sobriety, and I would rather just live a simple life of pursuing music while holding a day job. It's just hard to do those things when one worries about what he has to do instead of being positive and enthused about it. I would also like to know if any of you have experienced a similar phenomenon, that sense of being stripped of the powers of the ego which are so essential to healthy functioning in the world.
Thanks for taking time to read this. Cheers! :D
p.s. by "ego" I don't mean arrogance or bloated self-confidence; what I mean is the part of the mind which is most responsible for battling neuroses and dealing with the real world--see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id,_ego_and_super-ego. %)
I am one of the lurking members of this wonderful community; perhaps 95% of the time I lurk, and only 5% of the time do I post or comment in threads. Right now I need some advice, and like most of you I find it difficult to ask help from family members because they will be unable to relate to my drug stories and the repercussions of drug abuse, so here I go...As with most chronicles of one's "drug experimentation"--or "drug abuse" depending on how you look at it--it is hard to condense everything without boring the readers. Nonetheless I'll try my best to keep this succinct.
For ease of reading, I will divide my story into the following parts:
- I started using drugs too early
- The drug use shattered my ego and its defense mechanisms
- I tried to repair my mind through years of yoga and meditation
- But the repercussions of the aforementioned drug abuse are still present today
I started using drugs in my 3rd year of high school. I know some of you started experimenting at a much earlier age, but I consider mine early because I had not yet created a healthy, functioning understanding of society and the real world. In retrospect, you should not start altering reality and your consciousness unless you already have a good understanding and appreciation of what it means to be a member of society; "before you start reaching for the skies, make sure your feet are planted firmly on the ground," as they say. NOTE: I am not saying we should be mindless, conforming drones of The Man; I am only saying that we have to fully understand how the game works before we start 'bending' the rules.
The drugs I tried were never as "hardcore" as most other members here--I only tried grass, DXM, benzos, and some painkillers. But I used them way too much, and I was way too young. The DXM probably did the worst damage, and I believe that getting dissociatedly high pulled my Ego away from my mind and left it floating in outer space. What does this mean? It means that all the defenses I had created since childhood, my confidence, my ability to cope with problems and challenges, and my ability to properly believe in myself and socialize were seriously compromised. Nowadays I tend to get anxious way more easily than I used to, I've also become more prone to self-conscious thoughts ("Am I behaving in the right way?" "Am I saying the right things?" "Are other people secretly judging me?") And what is incredibly frustrating is that I know these fears are irrational; prior to using drugs, I was totally confident in my own shoes, and I was always hopeful and positive in facing life's challenges.
I have done my best to re-solidify my mind and my sense of self. I have been doing yoga and meditation almost daily for 3 years now. I have also been staying sober, having only a few tokes very infrequently, and I have been looking for work and doing part-time jobs as well--I am trying to re-adapt into the real world. Nonetheless, I still feel that sense that I lost the adaptive functions of my mind because of the DXM abuse. I still tend to get worried a lot, over little things about having to interact with people, or having to accomplish something I would rather not do even if I know it would be good for me.
And here is what urged me to write this entire post: I recently got my hands on some Valium again. And I just wanted to see how it would affect my mindset after so many years of not using them. I popped a few milligrams, and wow, I felt like I was completely normal again. I wasn't high, I wasn't exhilarated, but I was genuinely interested in socializing with others, and I was also confident in getting some work done... Normal as if all the damage of the drugs had completely gone away.
And even though I felt good about it, I also felt hopeless. Does this mean 3 years of yoga and trying to re-adapt to reality will still pale in comparison to 20mg of benzodiazepines? OF course the benzodiazepine buzz cannot last forever; I will probably get hooked and suffer even more if I keep on popping them... I do not want this to happen. It's just that the pills took away the worry and the shyness.
Ultimately, I would really just like to hear of similar stories. Of those people who lost a part of themselves cause of too much experimentation, but nonetheless were able to recover again. I am definitely not an addict anymore, I no longer seek to escape sobriety, and I would rather just live a simple life of pursuing music while holding a day job. It's just hard to do those things when one worries about what he has to do instead of being positive and enthused about it. I would also like to know if any of you have experienced a similar phenomenon, that sense of being stripped of the powers of the ego which are so essential to healthy functioning in the world.
Thanks for taking time to read this. Cheers! :D
p.s. by "ego" I don't mean arrogance or bloated self-confidence; what I mean is the part of the mind which is most responsible for battling neuroses and dealing with the real world--see http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id,_ego_and_super-ego. %)
