Some people drink, some people smoke. Some people go shopping, some people cut, and some people exercise like mad, and others eat often. What are some of your habits?
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Nail biting… >.>
Comfort eating (I tried to google the spelling of this, is there a dash, etc. and I kid you not: they call it “emotional eating” now. Jesus H. Christ. Well done for making it sound even worse than it is. Bravo. The world just got a little bit more *****. And I love *****. So no protest there. But still.) and comfort jerking off.
I’ve had this really weird habit since I was a kid where I bite my lip and tear off the dry skin. It was like picking a scab when I was little but now I do it unconsciously when I’m stressed. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one that does this lmao. I wish I could stop 😐
Nope, you’re not the only one. Lol
https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=lip%20peeling%20habit
Ok, now I gotta find just how many people do it. 😛
I’m sure lots of people do it.
holy shit lmao
My fingers look like hamburger mean from picking off the dead skin.
I do it too!! I don’t bite my lip but my lip gets really dry and cracked often and I have this thing where I HAVE to peel it off to get it smooth again. Oftentimes it it results in a blood -_-‘
Yes, I’ve been doing that as a kid too. How often do you do it? I prolly do it at least once a week, if not every couple of days. Yeah, I can’t help it either. Dunno what is the longest I lasted without doing it.
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I do that too, peel the skin off my lips. Something about it feels good even though it hurts. I stop when I think about other people seeing holes in my lips and red marks. It looks horrible.
Add me to the list of people that do that as well. It started 15 years ago when i cut my lip and i just started biting it… never really stopped, good to know i’m not alone on this one, lol.
Me I like to drink Beer and have an occasional shot of something
alcohol relaxes me and helps me to get my mind off my issues. Everything is so much ore fun when I have a nice buzz. LOL
Music, eating, drinking, benzos, the occasional date and concert. All of this means absolutely nothing sometimes when I’m too far gone to enjoy it or even leave the house.
Btw, I just had the last of my benzos which means I will be screwed the rest of the month. I don’t have any money left for more either. I’m going to be feeling pretty crappy coming up. Better hold on.
Cutting, burning, thumb sucking, nail biting, lip biting, banging my head against the wall, biting my fists, punching the walls, listening to death metal.
Recently started smoking weed. It relaxes me but I’m quiting already.
alcohol weed and valium
awesome! lol
Lately I’ve started “gently” hitting stuff, like a wall, a table, even a couch, lol, but I’m careful not to damage anything nor hurt myself. Then I always have to do something with my fingers. Be it playing with a pen, squeezing a pillow, scratching my head, nose or my beard if I happen to have one at the moment, destroying corners on a paper … It’s ridiculous. The only time I don’t have to fight them or keep them occupied is when I’m e.g. waiting for a bus or when I’m really concentrated on something. I also used to visit a fridge whenever I was bored, which made me gain some weight and then I lost appetite, which in turn makes me lose it, so it balances out. I also do the above mentioned stuff with my lips. This all is just a tip of the iceberg. I’m messed up.
I’d eat a tub of benzos if I could. Instead I have a constant stream of music to feed off of. Oh and picking my fingers bloody. Bonus points to me for gluing three of my fingers together with crazy glue in an attempt to glue the r2d2 ceramic ornament back together. I initially glued it to the granite counter then had to chip it off with a butter knife, which made it fall apart worse so I glued it again with twice the crazy glue which had the added benefit of gluing my thumb, pointer and middle finger together.
So now I’m obsessively picking the glue (after pulling the three fingers apart) and my tongue and lips are numb from the glue. Gosh I love Friday nights.
Haha I pretty much did eat a tub of benzos and in a week maybe. You know how time becomes a blur once you’re munching them like candy. Try to stay away. I’m hooked in this pattern of going through bottles of them, then going through the awful feeling of not having them. At this point, I don’t really care. I love getting lost and forgetting my life when I do finally get them. If only I could learn not to go through them so fast.
They are the Lay’s potato chips of drugs. Especially Klonopin, never can have just one. Nope I steer clear of them. I’d be stoned 24/7 and it would be sheer heaven. I would lose everything. My career, my family, my house and I wouldn’t give a righteous fuck at all, because of course benzos. right?
“The Lay’s Potato Chips of drugs” HAHA! That is the most perfect description ever! You just want more and more. Next thing you know, a whole week or months passed and you don’t know what the hell happened or how you got that bruise on your leg or head. (because you found out you ended up falling down somewhere). It’s madness!
Good for you keeping your distance. At least you have a career and family, etc. It sounds like you have your life in order, can’t afford to lose all that. I don’t have a career. I’m not able to function enough to work and I don’t have a family in sense of husband or kids so I don’t give a flying fuck at the moment.
I was where you were are at one point in my life. Just didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. Missing whole months of my life. I couch surfed sometimes. I couldn’t go back to my mentally ill abusive mother, she made that very clear. She didn’t want me back so I wanders and bartended, drank and drank and drank blacked out. Yup, pretty much was where you are. Years of just desolate times, numb, pain, mania, depression. I hated myself for year.
I just kept moving forward. Just kept trudging. Got a degree and kept trudging. It has only been in the past 5 years that I truly give a fuck completely about everything in my life. And it has only been the last year that I really have come into my own. I’m 47. Don’t blow your brains out over that though, most people don’t take 46 years to get to a point that their life is together.
I am able to stay away from benzos because I don’t have a RX and I’m too lazy to find a dealer.
Alcohol though….yeah pretty much took a handful of sominex and downed 1/4 bottle of Bailey at 1am to make the racing thoughts end and find some sleep, which just made things much much worse. So well, still a work in progress.
Hey Hazy, I just saw this. I just wanted to say thanks for sharing your story and I’m really happy you’re on the right track now. That gives me hope. Maybe I’ll start caring more someday.