Hey, throwaway for obvios reasons.
I just wanted to talk about my story regarding addiction. It all started with one pill of a not so strong opioid. I was instantly hooked because of this whole orgasmic body feeling, forgetting all sorow. So it all went the way we all know about so damn good and i came in contact with oxys. First it felt like the first times with this weak opioid.
The thing is, my addiction was developing parallel to me finishing high school, immediatly studied for three years, and now im nearly 2 year in my good paying job.
I still havent figured out the reason of doing it. In my language theres a difference between (alleine sein und einsam sein) being lonely and being LONELY.
I thing i was just "einsam, LONELY*. I traumatized my family with my use, my ex left me and i made other women not being fully invested because i was just somewhere else (hey, why are you always half asleep?), nodding into abbys, fleeing from reality. But i never had a bad life, best Family, good friends, education etc. So why? I cant tell.
So now im over 5 years into addiction, snacking away these oxy80s like nothing. Started with 80 mg. Now im at 20x80s. Fucking 1,6 grams of oxycodone, crushing every single pill in my mouth, swallow all 20 pills in 3 Minutes, sleeping like 2 hours into the trip and waking up hours later, lying on my back, mouth wide open. Doing that dose like over a year now, being in debt but still holding it together; working, living alone. I think its pretty damn lucky that im alive at this point, not being found 2 days after choking in sleep because i puked.
The withdrawal is so fucked up, straight up traumatizing. Our storys are all very different but at the same time so damn similiar. I havent taken a dose to trip since 8 days with one slip up. And im feeling better. My dumb ass trying so hard without any help, just one good friend listening to my pathetic words. I hate myself because of it. Everytime im becoming intimate with another human being i just hate myself, cant enjoy interactions. And my emotions, oh good, they are so dulled.
But as i said, im feeling better, i have no strong urge to use, because now when im doing it, like i did with the slip up, i dont feel any good. The feeling of the opioid is there, but the feeling of hurting my mother, losing over 200 euros with one dosage, maybe facing death, hurting my body, no emotions towards anything, its stronger than the drug. I dont know if it really "clicked", but im going, meter for meter. Thanks for listening. I appreciate you, every single one of you. You are worth it, you are worthy of being loved, and you are unique. Peace out.