I was you. I almost died when I tried to get sober from benzos and alcohol. I had multiple seizures, biting off a chunk of my tongue in the process, and was under hospital supervision for three months. I'm almost four years clean from alcohol and pain killers now, but I still enjoy the occasional edible and psychedelics every few months or so. I have children and I couldn't allow them to grow up with the alcoholic father who was never present. If not for them...
It's not an easy environment to exist in let alone thrive. We're like lions in an aquarium. We don't belong like this. I don't know what more to say, so.
Metoo, longtime drunkard and doper. Sobriety really is best. I never have the desire to get shitfaced anymore.
I was 99% sober for the first part of my life, then occasionally 5 years ago, now .... ain't nothin left to live for really. We ain't getting out of this plandemic , and my entire existence is social , this is my personal hell. Body is in constant pain, mind is stuck in what was, no happy diversions to change it.
I was living in Hawaii the last 20 years, the plandemic hysteria is 24/7 there. I recently moved to the Florida Panhandle, where 99% of people are normal and don't wear masks. Made all the difference. I am no longer depressed and angry. It was difficult and expensive to move, but so worth it. Consider moving.
Neither do i. I always feared the offer being soo accessable. But I never even think about grabbing it one the habitual nature deteriorates. It's when things are down that I have to look out. When I get angry. That's when I'm in danger.
I often long for a Xanax after a long workday, but I ain't got none, and the feeling passes. I buy no alk, so none is here to tempt me. I don't miss the old days. That being said, I would snort coke offa Yolandi Visser's ass any day..
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