I've seen the other side of drug addiction. By this I mean that I've realized how the decadence of a person is not always apparent. Sometimes, they fall so deep inside themselves, in a deep hole of insecurities and numbness, that the only thrill they can get is through LSD, shrooms, pills.... And they can't be fully consious of every part of themselves that can be ecstatically happy without the need of doing drugs. I have such a friend.... and I think I helped him say some things. That he needed to carve out of the rock of guilt and hurt and hopelessness inside him. He is vaguely aware that he has to detox his body to see things differently, to keep from falling in too deep... But still he isnt really trying ....He gets lost in his highs and you can see how different he becomes. As if every single word is dying to get out, and the guilt of everything he has gone through throbs and hurts, but he can't talk as safely as when he's clean. At least with me. And his face becomes expressionless, and he stops having things about himself to say. And he stays quiet and its hard for him to say anything at all.

So many people go through this, as victims or as friends... And anyone who wants to talk should at least type it down. Anonymously open up. I don't know. ....

Congrats to the users that are working on fighting their addiction It takes a strong person to break the cycle, and stick with it during the difficult process!!

Looking at people I went to high school with and seeing who's avid drug users (whether it be weed, ecstasy, or harder drugs) it's something sad and makes me wonder why they started, and why they can't stop.

Addiction is REAL, and it's so present in our society. All the education about consequences won't do a thing if people don't experience it for themselves.

Good luck to those facing addiction, in recovery, or know someone who is in those situations! I believe you can make it through

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Originally posted by Wolfie:
today's my third day without a cigarette. ^.^

all i do now is smoke weed. and have an occasionally cup of coffee.


anddddd if someone is offering me vicodin i'd be like 'hell yeah' but that doesn't happen ever. -_-

*is extremely jealous of the cig thing* grrr... i wish i could quit. i don't have the money for it.

addiction isnt something we can up and stop on. its so easy to fall into it. drugs make us come in and change everything. such as the way we talk act and speak. the best thing to do is not to get into it. we need more help organiztons instead of people judging we need them to realize that they cant help them selves. i know my mom did myth. she would forget things. i didnt like her then i was scared and worried all the time. she also was doing cocaine at the time. my mom doesnt remeber things from when she did them. she knows this it screwed her up. most of my family smokes pot. it can get out of controll. we need to stand up and help them quit instead of standing by or snitching.

That's the thing. Friendships can change, even though they still are as loyal and real. And I've seen it myself how when you only pour yourself into yourself, you choose to stop being around people or suddenly find nothing to talk about... I'm getting out of it. Taking a hold on what makes me passionate about life and using it as a climbing rock. I am not one of those extremists who blame "the substances" and start categorizing people as drug addicts or AA people. That's bullshit. Im sorry. People don't stop being themselves when they get lost. They simply are... lost for a time. The layer of bullshit that is around us all gets a little bit thicker when something helps you to get lost, like hard drugs, or alcohol. And I think the worst thing is the numbness. How it's harder to fight off. And about that dark side you say you stumbled upon... We all have that dark side.. And the more pink and perfect and made up the outside seems, the more fucked up you are inside... Sorry just my thoughts on the matter. It's hard to get out of the confusion... but the solution is just to hang on desperately to the passions inside us that make everything so intense it almost hurts.

today's my third day without a cigarette. ^.^

all i do now is smoke weed. and have an occasionally cup of coffee.


anddddd if someone is offering me vicodin i'd be like 'hell yeah' but that doesn't happen ever. -_-

I never thought I'd open up on a board like this, but I've recently taken a mini-tumble into one of these dark spots inside of me. I was recently reminded of a great friendship I once had that unfortunately, through my insecurities and selfishness is not what it once was. We still have an incrdible friendship, but it's different and that hurts me. Luckily I've realized what doesn't help my depression, and I'm attempting to cut back on my drinking to try to see the rest of the world for what I once knew it to be: a wonderful place with so much potential for beauty and happiness. I tried giving up drinking for Lent, and although I didn't go all forty days, I went 31 straight without a drop. I hope I can go longer this time to help me get out of this funk.