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[–][deleted] 2 insightful - 1 fun2 insightful - 0 fun3 insightful - 1 fun -  (1 child)

Some benzo/thenzo analogues are divine, it was a displeasure to discontinue them, but it was equally displeasing to abandon amphetamines, entactogens, psychedelics and cigarettes. Sobriety is a curse which I have grown to live with. I'm gradually experiencing joy again after all these years, but it is fleeting.

That said regarding the displeasure in finally escaping them, I literally weep at the thought of the discontinuation syndrome, yet part of me yearns for the bliss they provided. It's like the memory of a good cigarette even after losing the cravings. The permanent state of absence from worldly concern was probably dangerous, and has since affected my ability to connect with those around me.

If only there were more who sympathize with the plight that people suffer with these, helping to guide people off then is highly admirable.

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Bliss is "weakness".

Watch me writing this, even though we both know, it "hurts" you more reading it than me writing it.

You either strive to be what you actually are, or you don't.

Mostly then (from my personal experience) only lying to yourself. Than you already so far did.

You can bullshit other people only for "so long" as I really hope you learned already.

Finding a direction, where your personal progress is, is actually quite simple.

Just start walking. The direction hurting you unexpectedly hard also sort of "catapults" you.

Into places, you surely wouldn't expect by laying back into this nice, comfy hammock of your choosing.

Life is pain. But never bleeding also implies never getting to know how much blood there is. Actually.