If 5 HT has lost interest(or whatever) and fails to return, I can pick up wherever he left off. It sounds like he and I have had a similar experience with drugs. I started off in highschool with weed, LSD, and shrooms, and later coke, ecstacy, meth, GHB, etc. after I was introduced to the rave culture.
I have been clean from drugs(everything except alcohol) for the past nine months.
I was first attracted to the allure of popular drug culture- basically everything I had either seen in movies like Rush, and The Doors or at Grateful Dead and Phish Shows. Isn’t it ironic that even though both those movies ended fairly horribly, with both lead actors being fully consumed by their addictions, I chose to take the same path?
I guess it may have stemmed from boredom. I was rasied in a fairly suburban neighborhood and had always thought that drugs were cool, everything about them. I would love making bongs in my spare time and remember trying to appear as fucked and lost as possible. I would recite those kitshy phrases that I heard like “My body is my temple” but it was essentially a garbage can. Anything I could get my hands on I would take.
My personality didn’t really take a turn for the worse until I started using meth. Up until then I had always been lovable and fun-loving, even when I was snorting six-inch rails of coke at work I would make light of the fact that I had a serious addiction, not necessarily to coke, but to everything. I became unnaturally paraniod and lost sight of the things that I used to love. The simple things like the sunshine, walks on the beach, small talk with my family, and listening to nice, mellow music. I wasn’t happy unless I was jacked to the gills and doodling in a dark corner listing to the constant pulse of jungle- club music.
I love to draw and would love the intense focus and inspiration that meth seemed to provide. It seemed like sufficient justification for grinding my teeth, eating very little, feeling noticably dehydrated most of the time, and staying up for days at a time, even when I could feel my muscles growing increasingly weak.
I love to dance, in fact I feel that drugs may have brought out a bit of ability in me. When I used meth I could lose myself in my own rhythm for hours at a time. Mindless, yes, but it was an escape from the monotony of life, which had come to be using meth on a daily basis.
I’m gonna take a shower. If anyone has any questions I would love to relate my experience.