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'You're not an addict if you're happy with your life'

I'm not that happy with my life despite managing to stay away from pot, opiates (used daily for years), meth (used weekly for years), benzos etc. Life is kind of boring these days, and while I do see 'progress' when I sit down and think back, things just seem to move slowly, and being clean isn't that great yet. I miss the old days.

I'm sure you can be happy with your life and be an addict. In the past I've always felt guilty about being an 'addict', that it was a waste, that it was stopping me from doing things I want to do, harming relationships etc. I think someone brought up in a family with lots of addicts, and having lots of addict friends around you would normalize it and make it easier to be content with that kind of life. If you're happy with your life does that make you not an addict? I don't think so, you can still be addicted even if you're happy with your life :)
 
I think drug addiction stems from desire.
Whether it's desire to escape pain, boredom, or just a desire for more
Now this is very redundant as everything originates from desire.
Are some desires 'more valid' than others? (rhetorical fyi)
 
Most 'treatment' I've had for drugs has involved long and boring investigations into the reasons why I use drugs. I don't feel like I have any major reason, just habit and preferring to be high on something than not. I don't think that being happy with your life and being an addict are necessarily mutually exclusive. I don't think addicts are necessarily hiding from pain, though some no doubt are.
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That sums up my entire beliefs about drug addiction.
I don't know if any of you watched the russell brand doco that was in the drug documentaries thread. In that he is against methadone replacing to Heroin. He believes that people need to get to the root of their problems and whats keeping them addicted. Like you, I believe that no doubt some are definitely hiding from pain, but many are not. If I was to become addicted to a drug, it would not be because of bad things that have happened in my life or trauma that I've been through, it would come of repeated use of an addictive substance I enjoy more then most people do.

Great thread Foots
 
I was never happier than when I had a raging juice habit.... I know that it was a buzz from a bottle... however, life was pretty damn fun! My biggest concern would be as the main bottle was running a bit light, and would my next one arrive before it ran out. When I eventually went for counselling, the counseller tried to get me to explain what it was that I was hiding/running from to make me want to use... she couldn't understand that I was aware of nothing that I was running from, that I simply loved the buzz that juice gave me.
Even now, I take juice whenever I stumble across it, however I don't go out of my way to source it, as I know that I would take up full time use again, if I had a constant supply.
At one point,I had about 100 mils at home, and I also had some shards. I was amused to see that I neglected the shards for several days,until I ran out of G. Normally I will not neglect the meth.
I guess I am a poly-substance addict, although I do not use all the time, if that makes sense
 
footscrazy said:
What does everyone think of that statement?

It's a very common perception, even amongst the drug using world.

Most 'treatment' I've had for drugs has involved long and boring investigations into the reasons why I use drugs. I don't feel like I have any major reason, just habit and preferring to be high on something than not. I don't think that being happy with your life and being an addict are necessarily mutually exclusive. I don't think addicts are necessarily hiding from pain, though some no doubt are.

What do you think, is an addict necessarily trying to escape from pain? Is being an addict mutually exclusive with a happy, satisfying life?
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Hey to all.
New to this site and would like to say its awesome to see so many likeminded people here.

Footscrazy, Hope you dont mind if I introduce myself in this way, and above all I hope this answers your question ;)

It was so long ago, yet it feels like yesterday
That I enjoyed my dark life, even though I had lost my way
i strayed from the realms of social acceptance
I took what I wanted, there was never much resistance
I lived in the moment, I lived in a haze
The world was my playground, A macabre , black stage
Destruction and apathy were the only rules that applied
Any ties to society were instantly denied
My descent into darkness was eagerly embraced
my chemical romance kept my spirit in place
Every fibre and atom I infected with ease
My soul was fulfilled , not tainted or diseased
I understood the meaning and depth of this life
I saw the relevance of chaos through my bloodshot eyes

My journey was over in the blink of an eye
20 years of a life that society despised
I felt the rewards, I knew the truth
I knew I could never let go of my youth
I 'll never understand the demands that they made
those who loved me, the ultimatums they gave
I fought them for years, but soon I caved
The life I had chosen, the happiness I felt
It was seen as addiction by those who claimed to care
Conformity was the sentence, atonement was the key
Emotional blackmail, their rules imposed onto me
I took the path they offered, relapsed , but tried in vain
They used my sense of loyalty to get me on my feet again
A promise of a better life, a vow of success was what they made
If I could remain on the path that they lovingly paved
Patiently I waited, for this change to kick in
The months dragged on so slowly, and soon it became years
My optimism faded, My spirit began to die
The world now looked much darker, when seen through clear green eyes
Short bolts of happiness were quickly replaced
By long days of searching for answers I couldn't embrace
Realization of my trade off, soon became clear
There is nothing to embrace, and everything to fear
The world is no longer my playground, Its now just my cell
And social acceptance is my private hell
This life I conformed to, this change that I made
is bitter and evil, hypocritical and inhumane
But you call me a survivor, You tell me Im strong
yet you cant see the decay thats eaten through my soul
Chemicals to me , are like air is to you
I need them to live, to help me get through
My understanding of life, its different to yours
Your world is overrated, its an order thats flawed
I felt so alive, I felt so free
When i look in the mirror, I cannot see me
I cant look in the mirror, The reflection isn't me
Its the scars on my arms that awaken the memory
I felt so alive , I felt so free
When I look in the mirror, I cannot see me.....

A life without chemicals, for me is , a life without Oxygen..
Cheers for reading.
 
Happiness with ones life depends on what you tune in to. You could be the happiest person ever doing tons of drugs all the time, because theres not alot of fallout from doing so. Something big happens to change that, and that may no longer be the case. Then you have an addiction thats not cohesive with your lifestyle and your not happy with life. IMHO this happens all the time, and true functional addictions (controlled habitual use) is a rare trait among drug users.

Addiction to me, is the delusion that what you are doing is ok when you can honestly and rationally think about it in a sober state. If thats the case then it either works for you, or you choose to ignore the side affects. Or you change your habits to live a happy life while still using drugs regularly, just knowing the limits. But addictions tend to lead to fucking with your ability to be happy in life in general, in individuals predisposed to not having the discipline to see where to draw the line.

Having an addiction and living life happily in the long term is prob going to be very difficult, but not impossible. Go to far and eventually your happy lifestyle will be overpowered with your inability to control what you put into your body and how it affects you mentally and physically. That never ends well imho. Functional addict, possible, but damn hard to maintain in the long run.
 
The true test of happiness would be the ability to jump on plane and travel across the world without the need or worry of scoring your drug of choice. Nothing brings the reality of being a non functioning addict faster than jonesing in the Dubai International airport.

It's easy to think you don't have a problem if you are effectively a prisoner in your own neighborhood
 
^QFT. Taking a trip to Dubai is a peculiar benchmark for happiness ;)

Regardless, I travelled overseas for two months earlier in the year, and am going to a residential uni subject in the near future. Both times I've tapered from opioids relatively painlessly. It requires a bit of forethought, but most trips too. It's about weighing up the pros and cons for me. Undoubtedly the negatives of having a habit in either situation would outweigh any benefit, so I choose the option of quitting for now. I'm all for maximising happiness as the situation requires - and I feel being adaptable gives me a greater chance of happiness, than obstinately holding onto an inflexible point of view no matter the circumstance.

..or I could just be deluded, it's happened before ;)
 
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Spiritual happiness is often associated with the notion that true bliss and joy is found from within and should require no external substance to initiate it...

But we all know how fuckin' hard that is to achieve in this type of world...

I think the statement that drug users / addicts are not neccessarily more unhappy than non-drug users / non-addicts is somewhat true all though it depends on the substance - I struggle to believe a daily IV heroin junkie is truely happy with their life.

A daily pot smoker on the other hand who has a joint a day...? Probably a different story.

My 2 cents.
 
I have yet to meet a happy addict, on the same token however, I don't think I've met a happy person either..

A.
 
I guess it all comes down to an individuals perception of happiness.

I would be at peace with myself and truly happy if I had a daily supply of my drug of choice with no 'chasing around' to find it involved.
Just the basic material items and a rural home away from suburbia.

Now thats my definition of happiness :)
 
Caged1 said:
Hey to all.
New to this site and would like to say its awesome to see so many likeminded people here.

Footscrazy, Hope you dont mind if I introduce myself in this way, and above all I hope this answers your question ;)

It was so long ago, yet it feels like yesterday
That I enjoyed my dark life, even though I had lost my way
i strayed from the realms of social acceptance
I took what I wanted, there was never much resistance
I lived in the moment, I lived in a haze
The world was my playground, A macabre , black stage
Destruction and apathy were the only rules that applied
Any ties to society were instantly denied
My descent into darkness was eagerly embraced
my chemical romance kept my spirit in place
Every fibre and atom I infected with ease
My soul was fulfilled , not tainted or diseased
I understood the meaning and depth of this life
I saw the relevance of chaos through my bloodshot eyes

My journey was over in the blink of an eye
20 years of a life that society despised
I felt the rewards, I knew the truth
I knew I could never let go of my youth
I 'll never understand the demands that they made
those who loved me, the ultimatums they gave
I fought them for years, but soon I caved
The life I had chosen, the happiness I felt
It was seen as addiction by those who claimed to care
Conformity was the sentence, atonement was the key
Emotional blackmail, their rules imposed onto me
I took the path they offered, relapsed , but tried in vain
They used my sense of loyalty to get me on my feet again
A promise of a better life, a vow of success was what they made
If I could remain on the path that they lovingly paved
Patiently I waited, for this change to kick in
The months dragged on so slowly, and soon it became years
My optimism faded, My spirit began to die
The world now looked much darker, when seen through clear green eyes
Short bolts of happiness were quickly replaced
By long days of searching for answers I couldn't embrace
Realization of my trade off, soon became clear
There is nothing to embrace, and everything to fear
The world is no longer my playground, Its now just my cell
And social acceptance is my private hell
This life I conformed to, this change that I made
is bitter and evil, hypocritical and inhumane
But you call me a survivor, You tell me Im strong
yet you cant see the decay thats eaten through my soul
Chemicals to me , are like air is to you
I need them to live, to help me get through
My understanding of life, its different to yours
Your world is overrated, its an order thats flawed
I felt so alive, I felt so free
When i look in the mirror, I cannot see me
I cant look in the mirror, The reflection isn't me
Its the scars on my arms that awaken the memory
I felt so alive , I felt so free
When I look in the mirror, I cannot see me.....

A life without chemicals, for me is , a life without Oxygen..
Cheers for reading.
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Thank you for this, and welcome to bluelight.
 
Thanks for the welcome thestudent14 :)

Its good to find a site as informative and supportive as this one. Also great to be able to post random feelings I have written down over time.
 
What part of that disturbs you? I am actually curious.

Maybe it comes down to the fact that you dont really know me, and what kind of person I am when I use. Thats understandable, I am well aware of the stereotypical stigma that is associated with all users/addicts.
Again, I am not offended by your post, simply just curious .
 
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