addiction
The realities of addition; the truth about living under, above and beyond the influence of drugs and alcohol.
Why I Took Adderall for My ADHD
I was homeless at 18, meaning I was still quite interested in drugs, due to my age and situation. Not "hard drugs" like opiates and narcotics, rather legal (controlled) prescription medications. I had smoked marijuana at the age of 15 during my sophomore year of high school. That being a young age for a boy living in a wealthy household. Of course I can only assume.
Samuel MartinPublished 7 years ago in PsycheA New Outlook on Life
My name is Rachel, and I'm a recovering addict. It took me a long time to be able to come to terms with the fact that I was actually an addict, that people didn't do heroin recreationally. I was incredibly offended the first time one of my dealers referred to me as an addict. Who the fuck did he think he was, calling ME an addict? Sure, I got dope sick if I didn't use every single day, but so did he, and he needed me to drive him around and do his bidding for him, so where did he think he was coming from?
Rachel ArquettePublished 7 years ago in PsycheMy Journey Through Addiction
Addiction was a part of my life before I ever knew what it was. I had a rather large group of friends growing up. Some might even say we were the “popular” kids. Well, they were the popular kids, I somehow was welcomed into the clique. Per usual, one of the things that came along with that title were parties where experimental behavior was par for the teenage course. This “normal” started as early as 6th grade. Suffice it to say, the group I ran with was anything but “straight edge.”
Reigny TellerPublished 7 years ago in PsycheDependent on the Dependency
When suffering with mental health and addiction, when do you say enough is enough? Is it when you have isolated yourself from the world. Is it when you can no longer manage a normal day alone with yourself? Or is it when you can no longer stop crying that you numb yourself with drugs to the point of being back to a healthy weight, or wait... being underweight now.
Emily BuehnerPublished 7 years ago in PsycheSkills to Prevent Relapse
What is Dialectical Behavior Therapy? Dialectical behavior therapy, more commonly known as DBT, is a type of therapy that was originally created to help people with borderline personality disorder, a personality disturbance that is so difficult to work with that some mental health professionals actually consider it untreatable.
Alice MinguezPublished 7 years ago in PsycheAntipathy
As a child, I did not have the full capacity to understand how quickly life stumbles along. I can remember waking up early in the morning for school thinking it was going to be a long dreadful day and I genuinely believed that those eight hours in the day were going to be comparable to what eight hours felt like in the real world. Boy, was I in for a major wake-up call.
Cody WyattPublished 7 years ago in PsycheWhat Happens When the Opioid Epidemic Hits Home... Literally
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.
Ricky WhitcombPublished 7 years ago in PsycheThe 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.
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.
Katie sevinPublished 7 years ago in PsycheA 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.
Jemima DaisyPublished 7 years ago in PsycheDrug 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.
Danyelle LewinsonPublished 7 years ago in PsycheFacts 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.
Emily BuehnerPublished 7 years ago in Psyche