- Xanax
- Codeine
- Tramadol
- Marijuana
- Cigarettes
- Going out to friends houses all the time
Still depressed and canβt face the fact I have another 30 years of work left and itβs killing me slowly everyday.
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Smoking. First nicotine and then weed.
Currently working on my addiction to junkfood, sugar and general overeating.
Still highly addicted to caffeine and possibly in denial about a sex addiction. But I think I'll keep those two.
Alcohol, though I swapped it for a THC addiction instead.
Not long after my mother recovered from chemotherapy, my grandmother passed away. I was tasked with disposing of my mother's morphine, however I decided to take it for relief.
I was addicted not to the feeling of being numb so much, but the initial euphoria. I would snort the morphine in powder form. I know I did some rudimentary conversion, however after kicking it I forgot every single step and cannot remember a lot of that time.
Over a year had passed, yet my knowledge of it is very little. It feels as though I have lost parts of my life... Like I mean, literally lost.
The euphoric kick got less and less prevalent, and I felt as though I needed more in order to gain that initial kick - however I wasn't even aware of this effect happening, despite all manners of media being rife with this step of opiate addictions. The act of increasing dosages came so naturally I don't even think I made a conscious decision to, yet my tolerance rose to points where I was taking multiple times the lethal dose (for someone with base tolerance levels).
I saw what it was doing to me at one point, just by happenstance of looking into the mirror for a moment longer than usual.
I went cold turkey, and it was... Well, hell doesn't even describe how this felt. It took about a couple of weeks, with the first being the worst.
I had locked myself up in my room, telling some folks to check up on me periodically, online friends mainly, and what to do if I don't respond within a given time. I recall a moment where one of my friends was about to call an ambulance, because I was one minute late to answer (I was probably vomiting profusely).
The very last time I did that was in the second or third week of November, 2012.
I understand that going cold turkey could be very dangerous, especially with a built up tolerance, however at that point I would not have been able to wean myself off of the stuff. I was too far in, and without going extremely hard into it I probably would have died not too long after.
If you have a friend going through opiate addiction, please be there for them. That's all I can say.
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Biting my nails. By cutting them short. If they grow long I eventually bite them off.
I quit meat. It's been 15 years now and I feel so much healthier for it.
Hell yeah! Good for you dude.
Honestly I've been thinking about at least cutting beef and pork out but it's tough. Any tips?
It's mostly habit and having other good options available. Try to find 5 or more vegetarian meals you like and can cook easily. You don't want to feel like you're depriving yourself of something. More that you're choosing other delicious options.
There's lots of great vegetarian food out there. Once you find it, you might prefer it over meat anyway.
Thank you for taking the time to thoughtfully reply. That's good advice I'll put it to good use. Thanks again.βΊοΈ
I don't know if this counts as an addiction, but I used to have a particular liking for anything fire related.
lol me too. I stopped making certain devices when I turned 18
jerking off 40+ times a day. cant move time backward I only do 15 max now
My doctor told me there is diminishing returns for your prostate after 18 orgasms, just thought you should know.
how do you rehydrate?
Like half the thread, I quit smoking and legitimately feel like it was easy in hindsight. Once I really made up my mind to quit it was not hard. The most difficult part was breaking out of the rituals - smoking in the car, after meals, coffee and a cig...
Honestly I still end up having one every few years when I'm drinking and it's kind of nice, but I will never go back to being a smoker. Unless I ended up dating a smoker, which I would avoid. Unless they were like really hot. Or rich. I could totally fix them either way
I quit smoking four times, IIRC. The first week was always the shitty part, and then it would get dramatically easier. Three of the times I started back up because my ex-wife would secretly start smoking, get tired of hiding it, and offer me cigarettes ('just one, as a treat'). The last time I quit we were in the process of separating prior to divorce, and so that shit didn't happen. That was a little over ten years ago now.
This last time I quit because I was waking up every morning coughing. I had that nasty dark-yellow smokers' phlegm that I'd cough up, and I'd have that first cigarette along with my cup of coffee. When I realized the direction my health was going, and that no amount of cardio and weight training was going to fix it, that's when I decided to quit.
Each time I quit was cold turkey, no aids. The times I tried cutting back, using gum, etc., all failed miserably. Vaping wasn't a thing at the time.
I still love the smell of cigarettes, pipes, and cigars. That's never going to stop. But it's pretty easy to resist now.
so you would still date Obama?
I would definitely wreck myself over anyone in that family.
Smoking. Accidentally through vaping? Switched to vaping never intending to quit, but ran into issues with my vape, couldn't use it, and one day I just sort of realized I was fine.
I had one of those early Kangertech models and i kept having issues with coils (even new ones) and then later with the battery. I guess I could have gone to the disposable kind but yeah. It just sort of happened.
I remember the fear i used to get thinking a certain cig was my last one ever. I think taking that out of the equation is critical. Either by lowering your dose or just cutting back in number, working down slowly, and keeping the process open ended is best.
Drinking, finally for good I hope! I'm 3.8 years in. I first blacked out at 12 and was drinking liquor regularly by 14 so booze was my way of life. I can't socialize very well as I am naturally super awkward then never honed my "don't be super weird" skills, but I'm finally free to live my life how I want!
3.8 years is great, you've really gotten through the hardest part
Please do continue, you're doing good. We just lost a buddy to alcohol, yet he was years free (don't know how many). His younger brother took the hint and went into rehab. You don't need it to be with other people
Thank you, I feel very good about my chances this go around. I'm sober because I'm a better person when I don't drink. Up until now, I also very purposefully surrounded myself with high risk drinkers, so I knew I would not have any friends going on this journey with me.
Heroin. 0/10 would not recommend starting.
I did that for 7 years. fortunately got out just before fentanyl started being a thing
SOO glad you made it out!! I would 100% be dead had fent been around
I got clean in May of that year, and by December, the overdose rate in our town had quadrupled. missed it by the skin of my teeth