I have a feeling this is gonna be a little too long, and personal...but I'm not satisfied with my introduction I wrote here, I'm a horrible writer for the most part, I hope I don't regret writing this...I'm much better at talking to explain a part of myself but don't have much family nor friends anymore that I feel I can go to for any different answers I haven't already truly tried. After reading most of the experiences and feeling the love and personalities on this forum I feel I can relate to much of the people/experiences here. I apologize in advance for how tedious this may be, and I hope this will possibly help me considering I haven't much to lose and nothing to hide. I believe I am a good, honest person, and would like to explain where I come from so I am going to pour my soul out just a little with hope maybe someone that's been in a similar position as me maybe will reach out to me, offer any kind of advice or help and maybe I can help someone else...
So I'm at a point in my life where something's really gotta give...I've exhausted way too many opportunities and potential I believe at this point that I'd literally donate one of my balls or a kidney or whatever I could live without and still possibly be happy to kick this horrible addiction that I truly believe is a disease that I haven't been able cure no matter how I tried.
At this point of my life I am very lonely, It hasn't always been like this...I've had a lot of great friends, good times, a better life that slowly started to take a turn for the worst around my high school days when I began to experience a lot of anxiety issues and panic attacks. What happened in my life to turn me from an outgoing, outspoken, free spirit with a great personality and humor to the person I've become today...I don't know. Smoking weed too much in middle school and high school? Taking LSD almost every weekend for a winter/spring when I was 15? Taking life too serious? I haven't been able to pinpoint it yet. But in high school my dad took me to our family doctor to address my increasingly intense anxiety, it was then that I got my first prescription to xanax, and anti-depressants. I never got high from it, but rather just sedated and able to manage my panic attacks more. A lot of my friends at this point were taking painkillers but I wasn't interested really in those pills or snorting anything at that point in my life. I swallowed a vicodin or two but never really enjoyed it much at that point. Nevertheless still not the same person that I felt I used to be or felt I could be, I managed to have a decent life, a great girlfriend that I loved with all my heart, had a steady job since I was 16. I worked hard in high school at everything I did, from school to work to relationships, and to my favorite hobby, skateboarding...which I progressed rather quickly in and found great happiness through the creative freedom the sport brings me. No rules or rankings...just roaming the streets of my city wherever and however I and my friends chose to do.
Anyways...that was my life until I was about 21. I moved out of my parents house at 18, held a steady good paying job, still had a great girlfriend, and my passion in skateboarding and weed. It was a good balance but still experimenting with drugs since I've had a lot of positive experiences at this point, and living with good friends that grew increasing addicted to oxy's and it steadily grabbed my attention to try it to see what the great craze was about and didn't yet see the downsides considering it was cheap at the time and my friends were also maintaining they're jobs and life while doing these pills. So me and my girlfriend both tried snorting 20mg each of an OC...it was great...I felt a great body buzz and all my anxieties and problems didn't seem to drift away quickly. It was the turning point of a downward spiral of my life, mixing those with xanax and weed seemed like the best high that I could still function normally with get away with. I felt like it brought out the old outgoing personality in me, and people seemed to love me on it...probably because I was more myself and less struck with my axieties/shyness...Well it was only a matter of a short time before I was using to just feel NORMAL...then using just to prevent sickness and soon when I was off of it, I had even more of an extreme anxiety, felt sick, and unsociable.
Within a year I wanted out...I admitted my problems to my divorced family and friends...trying to reach out for help. My dad stopped talking to me after he found out I was smoking weed in my teen years (I grew up in a very strict religious anti-drug house w/ just my dad growing up), and my mom took me in to her house and tried to help by taking me to a doctor that prescribed me suboxone. I hated suboxone, still do, always will. The first time I took it I actually felt so sick to my stomach, I curled up into a ball on my bed, and felt horrible for hours to the point where I even called into work for the first time of my life. Maybe i took took much the first time. I tried half the amount a day or two later, the taste was horrible to me still, and for some reason it just didn't work. I was back on pills before I knew it, my mom knew it, and pretty much said if I take pills anymore, there's nothing she could do for me and that I needed to help myself because she did what she could. I tried as hard as I could to stick with the suboxone and xanax, and of course my weed which actually helped the most of any of the other drugs. I was also prescribed anti-depressants but they never worked for me, rather they actually made me feel suicidal. After acting on those feelings by trying to overdose a couple times, I eventually decided to never take any of my anti-depressants again...after all I really did give them a shot for years, switching from one to another (mostly SSRI's).
I never did steal anything or was dishonest/disrespectful to my family or friends, I'm the type of person that always hurt myself before others. I cannot live with the guilt of hurting or betraying anyone that cared for me, let alone loved me. So I felt hurt when my mom took all of the pills from all the cabinets and put them in a safe...everything from aspirins to allergy meds (nothing that I would even think of abusing let alone steal), and felt that she thought of me of less of a person/human being/good son from how she treated me differently. I'd understand more if I did something to lose any part of her trust but my parents have never dealt with any sort of addictions to drugs, my mom has never even drank more than a single beer in her life...her parents were alcoholics that died from addiction and suicide while she was still a young teen...kinda explains her fear of any mind altering chemicals or liquors.
Well not able to live with my mom anymore considering I didn't feel comfortable living in a house that didn't feel comfortable with me anymore, I got a full-time job, moved out, and entered a methadone treatment program to manage my addiction. Eventually my girlfriend that I lived with and still was in full force love with/my best friend/my motivation to do better for myself, became pregnant. I had something to live for...I still was taking legal methadone, she quit all drugs successfully as soon as she found out. I was so proud of her and tried changing my life for the better. I worked hard and took care of her and raised the baby for almost a year with her, trying to taper myself lower and lower from methadone but never got below 80mg per day. It was then I really got crushed, we were on and off while I was living with my mom but I was always faithful to her when together and always thought she was too. I was wrong, suspicious of her spending some nights elsewhere, we got a dna test...I was not the father...either was the guy she was cheating on me with. Still in love with her and the kid, I was willing to take care of the kid I loved as my own for so long, but the dishonesty got to me and we ended up splitting up and she moved in with the other guy. I still try to see the kid sometimes but we all grew apart...I quit the methadone clinic and starting using again...pretty bad this time too...after all methadone is just legal dope so I never was really clean technically.
So that was a couple years ago now, since then I have still been addicted. Most of my friends were users also at this point, people I trusted and all but at the same time people I didn't want to associate with because I know and knew hanging out with them I'll never be able to quit. My main goal has been (and still is) to detox successfully and then help others with my new life. I have spent a lot of the past year or two trying to find and know myself, spiritually and otherwise. I want to quit more than anything in the world, and make this story a successful one I can share and help other people with their paths of life. I am currently still seeing a doctor for help also but don't see much of a positive future in it...for being perscribed 120 2mgs of xanax and 90 subs a month is not the life I want to continue. My doctor says it's something I'm gonna have to live with for probably the rest of my life...my goal is to prove him wrong!! I know there is a better way than that! I just havn't found it yet...and I am a true believer in if one seeks and pursues in something with enough passion, they WILL find it!!
I have gotten over my loses (as much as i can) and realization that life is more than drugs, kids, love, or any one thing. I have now comfortably gotten back into entheogens, mainly dmt and mushrooms, for insight and attempts of easing WD's not completely successful yet...Also have successfully extracted a small amount of voacanga africana but only led to feeling sick and insomnia.
I'm sharing this in this forum because it is a small and seemingly caring community, and in awe from some of the experiences I have read here, hope to soon have one to share also. I hope to receive some positive feedback by the probably very few who would take the time to read all of this. I have a lot to be thankful for in my life, such as my health (other than my addiction), have some good friends and family who I am still close with, and realize I have a lot to live for and think I have a long life ahead of me still and want to improve and cleanse myself. I have a lot of hopes and dreams, such as traveling and having more freedom than being 'stuck' in my state. and saving my life and hopefully others also. I have done much much research of eboka and am convinced completely of it's medicinal uses, I have seen many videos and still downloading more, such as detox or die, which I am currently finishing downloading for I fear that one of those is my fate, and I am going to do everything and whatever I can do to proceed with my life positively. Any help and guiding or advice in any way would be greatly appreciated. I love to get PM's and would respond rather quickly. Thanks for letting me vent and share my story and I apologize for the extreme length of this. :\
Much love and peace ~
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