addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
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My loved ones would always tell me “Make sure you’re always sweet to everyone, you never know if that’s the last time you'll see them or not.” That quote shook me, so I always tried my best to be kind to everyone. I never thought I would ever have a last goodbye though. But one day I did. Around late September of 2016, I went into work. Just another normal day, did my job and talked with my manager, Travis, who was working with me that day and went home. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever see him.
By Stephanie Mulholland8 years ago in Psyche
New Way of Life Ministries
I would like to write some about the on going problem of drug and alcohol addiction in this county. Here in North Carolina and in many other states, there is a addiction epidemic that is way out of control. In this state the drug and alcohol treatment centers and reducing the times that clients are allowed to stay. Stays at detox centers are usually 3 to 7 days. Treatment centers, normally house clients for 28 to 30 days. Currently, state funding has cut client stays in treatment to 14 days or less.
By Douglas Pettaway8 years ago in Psyche
Monsters in My Head
She could still hear his voice in her head. That perfect raspy tenor that made butterflies form in her stomach every time that old memory crept in. She could hear the harsh words that he had shouted at her, more out of worry than anger. It was the same words every single time she thought about him, the last words he had ever spoken to her.
By Meredith Philbrook8 years ago in Psyche
Battling the Voices
"It's never going to happen to me." I guess I was always one of those people who thought that. I never thought I would become a drug addict. But I did. I never thought I would be homeless. But I was. I never thought I would wake up one morning hearing voices that weren't real. But that happened too.
By Jaquelyn Cannon8 years ago in Psyche
Am I Addicted?
We are often unaware of our habits. Getting up three minutes before the alarm goes off, leaving tiny bits of food on our plate at every meal, saying "this is based off of that" instead of "this is based on that," taking in a heady eyeful when someone of the attracted sex walks past...these are habits. We would probably never say they are addictions.
By Aulos.Media8 years ago in Psyche
The Art of Drugs, and Depression
At the age of around four years old, I gained a massive interest in what one could do with a pencil and a piece of blank paper. I would doodle my mind off until I lost myself in my art. I began to improve after that, my parents were astonished at what I was doing at such a young age, they gave me confidence and told me to keep it up and that I have real talent. So as I got older, I would draw and draw all day until my hands could not physically move. Up until middle school started, I was drawing for at least two hours every day. Then, as I said, middle school came along, I had been with all of my friends for many years and middle school is when we all came together as one. All my friends meeting each other. But that's not the point, when seventh grade started I completely dropped off the art grid, I didn’t draw for the entire year, not once. I became too caught up in what my friends thought and hanging out with them every day. Once eighth grade hit I thought I was so cool! I mean, I really believed I was the king of my school, and that made me feel good about myself. Near the middle of eighth grade my friends and I started using drugs, A LOT! Every day we would smoke weed and get high and have tons of fun. That eventually got to my head, all day I would be anticipating how I was gonna get high with all of my friends later. I would do anything just to get a little bit of money to buy some weed, if my grandparents gave me money on a holiday I would spend all of it on my friends and weed, just so we could get high and have fun. All of these things took me away from the one thing I could do best. Now nearing the end of eighth grade, a friend of mine came up to me one day after school and asked me if I wanted to “trip on some acid” with him...now before this point I knew pretty much nothing about hallucinogenics, so I said sure why not, not knowing that I was about to have a life-changing experience. So we took the tablets of acid, we walked around a little forest area thinking, 'Why aren’t we feeling anything?' again, knowing nothing about the substance we just took. I blacked out, only for about two minutes, and woke up to a beautiful landscape above me. The nature looked so vibrant and beautiful and green. I got up and saw my friend staring at my phone, amazed at the tiny little screen, now at this point I thought this is absolutely amazing why can’t I do this all the time? My mom, a few months before this occurrence, had signed us up for jiu-jitsu for no particular reason, it was on Tuesdays and Thursdays and started at 4:00; she was very committed to it and never liked to be late. The day I took acid was a Thursday, of all days. I got out of school at 2:15, my friend and I walked to this forest area that was literally two minutes from my house. I looked at my phone in my friend's hand and saw the time “3:45.” I then panicked, obviously because I was in my entering stage of a strong hallucinogenic drug that I had never taken before, I was kind of already freaking out, as most people do. So I started running up to the street that led to my home, my friend followed in a very confused and obviously tripping acid manner. Once we got to the street, I told him I had to hurry up and go. My mom then called me, this is when my nerves kicked in and I was on the verge of an absolute heart attack. I answered trying my best to not sound like an idiot, she told me to hurry my ass up, so that’s what I did. I ran down the street and that’s when the hallucinations started to really get harsh, the street looked like it was a flowing river that just kept going, so I had to really push myself to get to my mom's car. I finally got there acting as I usually would, in my mind I thought, 'I’m totally in the clear.' Then the uncontrollable smiling started, my mom looked at me like I was guilty of something (which of course I was) she asked “Have you been smoking pot?”
By Bryce Richards8 years ago in Psyche
The Needle and the Spoon
7:27pm November 14th. Approximately four and a half hours before I turned 18. I was at my own party at my parents' house and looking for a way out. Everyone was telling me how proud they were of me and what a wise young man I had become. It put a sickening feeling in me but it was almost funny. I was a junky. My family knew a bit about my previous use of drugs but thought it was a phase in the past.
By eesh icantbelive i wrote this crap8 years ago in Psyche
