From experience, I’d recommend you make up your mind before hand. Either don’t try anything at all, or go all the way.
Half-assing it will definately:
1) Screw up your organs
2) Freak you out
Or 3) a little bit of both
A few weeks back I decided to take a bunch of my Tramadol. Stopped after only taking a few, and holy crap. Would not recommend it. Got super stoned. I don’t know if it’s because I’m not used to Opiods or what, but when it kicked in everytime I blinked it felt like the room was spinning. I had to literally prop myself […]
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Diary Journal
So I’ve been taking a shower like, once every 3days. Same with brushing my teeth. Been sleeping either a lot or not at all. I didn’t even realize the shower and brushing my teeth thing until my mom pointed it out. I guess im just not noticing time passing. Never thought I’d get this bad though
Ive been crying almost everyday, begging god to make everything go back to normal. Every once in a while my ex texts me, then i get my hopes up and i think “thank you god, he’s giving me another chance”. Then he just suddenly stops replying, and i realize that […]
today i saw a new therapist and she asked me quite a few questions i was uncomfortable answering but i tried hard to answer. she said a lot of stuff that caught my attention. one question she asked me was “what motivates you?” and i didn’t like that i couldn’t find an answer to it. i don’t know what motivates me to do anything or why i get up and do the things i do, and that scares me. i remember writing something down in a diary/journal that i was afraid of becoming like a zombie, being emotionless and not knowing what keeps me going, […]
I came here with a purpose and left with a ramble that I hope is helpful in some way or another
written by NotReallyHereAtAll
When I saw the words ‘someday, all this pain will be worthwhile’ one time, then many other times on countless blogs, I would just shake my head, and silently disagree that my sadness would come to nothing, except perhaps recovery, then more nothing. But I recently realised that my pain has helped one aspect of my life: I am writing again. And what I am writing is good. Sure, it’s just a few very short and broken stories with loose plots and screwed up people, but that’s okay. Because what I’ve written is good. It’s not happy, but it is real and I’m pleased with […]