addiction

The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.

What Happens When the Opioid Epidemic Hits Home... Literally. Top Story - September 2017.
He was only 32 years old. It was a Sunday morning. I was working my second job, bartending at a local spot. If I hadn’t been working I’d have probably been there drinking regardless, enjoying a casual Sunday brunch with my friends. It was a slow day, most of the regulars probably out in the Hamptons or taking advantage of the perfect beach weather. I felt the buzz of my phone in my pocket, the all too familiar sensation. Just a couple short bursts, only a text message. I saw one of my roommate’s names pop up, Annie. A short, but athletic dancer in her late twenties. We had spent the last several days trying to solve a peculiar case of an odor that had infiltrated our cozy four-bedroom apartment. Our third roommate was in Spain with his boyfriend, and our fourth in Long Island with his family for the holiday weekend. Therefore it was up to us to discover the source of the invasive smell.
By Ricky Whitcomb8 years ago in Psyche
The Pitfalls of a Weakened Will
Some of us had no idea if an end to the cycle was even possible while it still coursed our veins. Elm Street Horror Cutting straight to the point as straight as cutting to a point could be. I slipped from somewhere in the average ranges to near insanity. Days were spent barely conscious yet awake and moving about. Sometimes my skin would burn, my body reeked like sewage, the inside of my mouth would be covered in mini cuts, and I was nearly positive that my heart and my lungs had been taking excessive breaks from work. The most heinous seal of the slow horrifying transformation was the dilapidation of my core muscles and the flabby mass that now hung where a once flatly formed tummy had been. Surely my eyes were also sunk in some, but it varied from using to using how much. Trademarked battle flags for the pirated ship that was my life to fly on it's way to greater plunder.
By Nobe Audi8 years ago in Psyche
The Road to Recovery
I don't know if this road is a road less traveled, or a road walked on by many, but I do know that this road will take me to a beautiful place, and the journey, just as wonderful. I am 22 years old, and I am 70 days clean from all mind altering substances. 5 years ago, I found methamphetamine, a demon of a drug, a crystal shard recipe for disaster. I remember the day I held a hot flame under that glass bowl, and inhaled my first breathe of the insidious, black hole of a life that I lived for so long. I thought that I had found true euphoria. I thought that for the first time, I had clarity and peace of mind. Really, I had found my master, and I was now it's slave.
By Katie sevin8 years ago in Psyche
A Eulogy for My Not yet Dead Brother
I wrote my brothers eulogy six months ago, on another sleepless night spent wondering when I’d get the call. I hadn’t spoken to him since Christmas, but the slow suicide of someone you love is not something that can be ignored. Even if you ignore the person themselves.
By Jemima Daisy8 years ago in Psyche
Drug Teens: A Memoir
“This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drown the whole world.” That is a line from “Story of a Girl” by 3 Doors Down. It comes in handy in this twisted, crooked, and crazy tale of a girl named Ashley Batali. This tale is a never ending tale of weird beginnings. So, our tale begins in a small town named Bear, Delaware. If you have a weak stomach or wish for a happy go lucky story close this book, put it down, and walk away. If not, let us begin this journey down memory lane.
By Danyelle Lewinson8 years ago in Psyche
Facts About Life and Real People
Facts are facts. Simple right? It's either true with proof or not true. One fact a lot of people hear and use is, "life isn't fair." Yes, that is true. Is it a fact? It can be if you have support to back it up. Okay so people say life isn't fair, why do we have to believe what other people say. Life isn't fair but we control our own destiny. So it is a fact to some extent.
By Emily Buehner8 years ago in Psyche