why is stopping smokin dope so hard??i used to drink too much and stopped one time-and found it so easy-but that was after 100 attempts and taking it to extremes-but th last time it was like stopping smokin f'ags and th urge/crave/addiction just disappeared-that need for me to get bolloxed just evaporated-but i turned it into a dope problem-so i'm not sure if it ever went away-but i know deep down that it has-my craze for class A drugs went away too-at one point it was me at crisis level as per usual-all them things went and i moved into stoned land permanently-
my smoking career started at university-it made me sick-getting stoned with strangers just fried my head-not long after that i spent a summer in london and we smoked all summer-not all day-but every night-i went a nonsmoker and got my first pack of f'ags on the boat home-that was 22 years ago-i was a casual smoker then-as we all are at the start-i find it hard to pin point the place wer it became a problem-it became a problem wen i got into a tough profession, had a wife and kids and normality-thats wen the problem arose-it was so gradual-but i always had my pot-then wen my marriage fell apart and i went from being a full time husband and father to being a part time dad that the problems arose-i smoked drank and took class A drugs like ther wasnt goin to be a tomorro-i didnt care-i lost interest-i went down hill-i was in such a mess then people close to me thought it was heroin-it was bad-
wen i stopped drinking one day i turned to pot-it filled my life-like a liquid seepin into a jar and filling up every space it cud-not in a burst of lightening-so gradual-people slipped away-filled in space wi dope-places didnt matter anymore-i just got stoned-i can safely say that in the last 7 years of being not drunk i turned everything to pot-i got depressed-i was always negative-i had an attitude with the world caus it couldnt handle me-but thats not right-i couldnt handle the world-and the more i couldnt handle the world the more i smoked-round and round and round-ther's church bells clang round wer i live every sunday-for an hour!every sunday i'd be hoping that by the next sunday and bell time i wouldnt be like this anymore-but it always was-i reckon for longer than a year i didnt hear them bells at all-do i want to remind myseld continually how empty life is-my sons would stay-i'd smoke-they'd go-i'd smoke til they got back again-be that for a day or a week or watever length of time it was-depressed-black-sad-lonely-lost-umemotional-numb-so mixed up inside i couldnt care-didnt care-my kids wer wee then and didnt see wat was hapnin-neither did i-
this year i'v been smokin for half of it and quit the other half-this trying to stop is worse than not caring-thats why its so easy to go back to it-to get wasted and give up and just say fu'ck it-enough-some days suicide seemed the best option-other days just to disappear and never come back-other times just hide in the house and get wasted-20 joints a day i was at-never just a normal problem-i had to be extreme-that bulging part at the top the spine-that inner emptiness-throat raw-chest raw-fingers brown wi hash-a strange lump of hard dead skin inside my thumb-i was a critical something-if u see a problem infront of u dont forget and hope it goes away-it wont-
the hardest part of stoppin smokin dope is facing life not stoned-gradually all the good goes and the sh'it is wat remains-that pile of sh'it i'm left with seemed too muvch at times-like i couldnt get past it-we have to realise exactly wer we are before we know how to get out of ther-i mean-see wat we have done to life and fu'cked it up so bad that ther seems no going back-wen i lost hope-that was such a sinkin feeling-of inevitability-like bein in a hot see bein circled by sharks and knowing that ther is no hope-thats wer i was-
i was lucky-i found this forum-and the people on it-i know they saved my life-i couldnt do it alone-it was too much-it was too hard-learning here that other people have the same issues as me-same troubles-same hopelessness at times-thats wats helpded me get thro-today's day 7 of this new quit-its going good but i'm cryig right now-but its still going good-its better than it was-cause the was mighta meant me not being here and my sons not having the hero they think i am-its hard to turn it around dudes-but we can turn it around-its tough times-its getting rid of the unemotional mess i was-finding a place to bury that guy and so that i can be free-i'm hoping to be free-i want to be free-i need to be free-it just that sometimes that aint enough-we need to think about wer we'r at-and how we can get out-dont give up dudes-if a hopeless case like thinks ther's hope then ther must be-
second week free starts tomorro-but i'm focusing on the end of week one-thats the bit thats here right now-and with golden help i got this far-so can u no matter how hopeless it'll seem at times-
u gotta accept deep down in ur soul that dope is fu'ckin up ur life-that its ****in up the real u-the one thats locked inside-that ur brain is addicted to that buzz of numbness-that u got dragged right down into an impossible abyss-and u couldnt see the way out-becaus ther was no way out-addiction is sh'it-the blackness it makes me feel makes me fall crumble and fall apart-but in all my blackness i learned the guitar-its the only good out of all this and i'm going now to play it to myself and cry for a while-this 'll go away if i keep trying-
my smoking career started at university-it made me sick-getting stoned with strangers just fried my head-not long after that i spent a summer in london and we smoked all summer-not all day-but every night-i went a nonsmoker and got my first pack of f'ags on the boat home-that was 22 years ago-i was a casual smoker then-as we all are at the start-i find it hard to pin point the place wer it became a problem-it became a problem wen i got into a tough profession, had a wife and kids and normality-thats wen the problem arose-it was so gradual-but i always had my pot-then wen my marriage fell apart and i went from being a full time husband and father to being a part time dad that the problems arose-i smoked drank and took class A drugs like ther wasnt goin to be a tomorro-i didnt care-i lost interest-i went down hill-i was in such a mess then people close to me thought it was heroin-it was bad-
wen i stopped drinking one day i turned to pot-it filled my life-like a liquid seepin into a jar and filling up every space it cud-not in a burst of lightening-so gradual-people slipped away-filled in space wi dope-places didnt matter anymore-i just got stoned-i can safely say that in the last 7 years of being not drunk i turned everything to pot-i got depressed-i was always negative-i had an attitude with the world caus it couldnt handle me-but thats not right-i couldnt handle the world-and the more i couldnt handle the world the more i smoked-round and round and round-ther's church bells clang round wer i live every sunday-for an hour!every sunday i'd be hoping that by the next sunday and bell time i wouldnt be like this anymore-but it always was-i reckon for longer than a year i didnt hear them bells at all-do i want to remind myseld continually how empty life is-my sons would stay-i'd smoke-they'd go-i'd smoke til they got back again-be that for a day or a week or watever length of time it was-depressed-black-sad-lonely-lost-umemotional-numb-so mixed up inside i couldnt care-didnt care-my kids wer wee then and didnt see wat was hapnin-neither did i-
this year i'v been smokin for half of it and quit the other half-this trying to stop is worse than not caring-thats why its so easy to go back to it-to get wasted and give up and just say fu'ck it-enough-some days suicide seemed the best option-other days just to disappear and never come back-other times just hide in the house and get wasted-20 joints a day i was at-never just a normal problem-i had to be extreme-that bulging part at the top the spine-that inner emptiness-throat raw-chest raw-fingers brown wi hash-a strange lump of hard dead skin inside my thumb-i was a critical something-if u see a problem infront of u dont forget and hope it goes away-it wont-
the hardest part of stoppin smokin dope is facing life not stoned-gradually all the good goes and the sh'it is wat remains-that pile of sh'it i'm left with seemed too muvch at times-like i couldnt get past it-we have to realise exactly wer we are before we know how to get out of ther-i mean-see wat we have done to life and fu'cked it up so bad that ther seems no going back-wen i lost hope-that was such a sinkin feeling-of inevitability-like bein in a hot see bein circled by sharks and knowing that ther is no hope-thats wer i was-
i was lucky-i found this forum-and the people on it-i know they saved my life-i couldnt do it alone-it was too much-it was too hard-learning here that other people have the same issues as me-same troubles-same hopelessness at times-thats wats helpded me get thro-today's day 7 of this new quit-its going good but i'm cryig right now-but its still going good-its better than it was-cause the was mighta meant me not being here and my sons not having the hero they think i am-its hard to turn it around dudes-but we can turn it around-its tough times-its getting rid of the unemotional mess i was-finding a place to bury that guy and so that i can be free-i'm hoping to be free-i want to be free-i need to be free-it just that sometimes that aint enough-we need to think about wer we'r at-and how we can get out-dont give up dudes-if a hopeless case like thinks ther's hope then ther must be-
second week free starts tomorro-but i'm focusing on the end of week one-thats the bit thats here right now-and with golden help i got this far-so can u no matter how hopeless it'll seem at times-
u gotta accept deep down in ur soul that dope is fu'ckin up ur life-that its ****in up the real u-the one thats locked inside-that ur brain is addicted to that buzz of numbness-that u got dragged right down into an impossible abyss-and u couldnt see the way out-becaus ther was no way out-addiction is sh'it-the blackness it makes me feel makes me fall crumble and fall apart-but in all my blackness i learned the guitar-its the only good out of all this and i'm going now to play it to myself and cry for a while-this 'll go away if i keep trying-
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