1. The way I funded my opiate habit (5 years, clean 2 years) was by blowing my inheritance. Also, my friend who I used with sold them, which makes then more affordable as long as you stay on top of the hustle always (which is impossible). So, never had to rob anyone to pay for the habit.
The way I used functionally was to not take the biggest fucking dose every single time. If I had things to do, I would cut the dose back. As an addict, you fluctuate between Heaven and Hell depending on whether or not you can obtain drugs. If you have to do shit on Earth, you measure your dose to be in the middle. Yes, you can measure your dose…you do a test shot of the batch that you got and go from there. Also, you can judge the potency by observation when you know what it is supposed to be…but you always do a prudent dose when you don’t know.
So if I had somewhere to be, I did a reasonable dose that put me at about a 6 out of 10 and then did business in a pretty good mood. Opiates do not interfere with thought or coordination like alcohol…any fuck ups on opiates are about the same thing as if you were too sleepy, and happen because you took too much. Don’t take too much. Save that for the shot when you get home, and all that needs to be done is to nod off in front of the TV, or play WoW (level grinding is wonderful with smack).
In order to keep my dose at a level, I would wean myself back when I got to about 750mg a day. It’s the same as a diet: you do less than you want to, until it’s been cut back. Instead of doing 3 shots a day, just wait a few hours after you wake up to do the first one, do the second one later, and deal with it. Keeping your appetite in check is important when your buddy does way too much, and you end up being the only one who can function when drug runs have to be made, or if his girlfriend’s kid needs someone to watch him. Someone has to be the least degenerate one, so I would keep my habit around 500mg a day. That’s endurable in case of no drugs, at least. And every now and then, you live a little and treat yourself to a bigger than normal shot. Taste it like they show it in the movies. It’s dessert, like you are struggling with your weight. Like I said, not all the time but every now and then…splurge.
Functioning when you’re in Hell is required when you have no drugs and need to get shit done, or if you need to get drugs. In that case, the trick is to have willpower.
None of it matters anymore, because that game is over.
2. Have been addicted to drugs for over 20 years and been functional the whole time pretty much. Anyways I found you have to use multiple substances for it to at least semi successful. I would use either meth or heroin depending on work load for the day, meth was for days were I had lots of work and heroin was for less work but it was trickier. If I used meth I would always finsh the day with heroin. When I got home I would always drink as it made me social and it was fun. I would finish of with benzodiazepines to knock me out. I would also inject steroids every 2 days to help me keep on weight. This was expensive and fucking soul destroying but I was able to run a business and make a lot of money. Got clean though and life a lot better business is so fucking easy without all the shit and make more money
3. I am a lawyer and a habitual cocaine user. I’m 29 years old. I work at a well-regarded firm, make good money, and by most metrics would be called high-functioning. The problem is that without some form of stimulant coursing through my body I’m listless, dysphoric, irritable, don’t care about anything and want to die.
I didn’t start off with coke, but with adderall, and in many ways I prefer adderall. I began bumming this from friends in undergrad during exams, and discovered that I loved everything about it. I wanted to be on it all the time. So, I researched ADHD, spoke with people who’d successfully gotten prescriptions, and soon had one of my very own.
Adderall contributed hugely to my success in law school and during my first few years as a big-firm associate, where enduring long hours and displaying meticulous attention to detail are essential. Then, a few years ago, there was an adderall shortage in my city. None of my regular pharmacies had any in stock. They would always say it was on order — but by the time the order arrived, my prescription would have expired. Basically there is this kafkaesque web of federal and state laws and corporate pharmacy policies that do everything possible to thwart filling a lawful prescription. If you are already working 80 hours/week and rely on the option of conveniently dropping off an Rx and expecting it to be filled, this can be devastating.
I had a friend at the time who was a casual, recreational user of cocaine, and she hooked me up. The first time I awoke and did a line off my nightstand to help propel me into the office at 7am on a Sunday to prep for a closing, I felt almost righteously belligerent about it: Stupid DEA, keeping my medication from me…now look what you fuckers have made me do.
This was obviously a childish attitude, but I still blame the government to some extent for my drug problem. I’m sure that people in twelve-step programs would have things to say about this.
Anyways, I go through about a gram of coke every few days. I still fill my adderall prescription when I can. Ironically, while there are systems set up to make filling an adderall prescription as inconvenient as possible, coke dealers will deliver at all hours, with a smile. Mine delivers to my office, where I’m pretty sure I’m not her only customer. Sometimes I buy black-market adderall, too, and xanax to help myself sleep when i get the chance.
I will probably die of a heart attack in my forties or fifties. In the meantime, I truly believe that drugs are part of the reason I’m high-functioning. The associates who couldn’t cut it were culled from my class long ago, and if my brain weren’t artificially saturated with dopamine I am pretty sure that I, too, would have given up and gone to bed on numerous occasions instead of triple-checking some inane semicolon.
That’s the uncomfortable truth: hard drugs have negative health effects, but not all of them inhibit “functioning.” I am remunerated very well for functioning in very specific ways that would be difficult, or impossible, without drugs.
4. I used to take 90-150mg of adderall a day for 3 years along with weed, legal weed, Molly and alcohol but really just a lot of adderall. While I did I was regarded as one of the best employees at my work. I bought my house during that time, my credit was the best its ever been and also bought a new car. Eventually though my tolerance was too high to keep up with my finances and I refused to fake it and get a prescription because I didn’t want to be one of those people who claims can not addicted because they have a prescription. I got extremely close to foreclosure and my car got repoed. When I finally came off them my work ethic took a big hit. Didn’t lose my job or anything but the depression that comes with recovering from upper addiction sucks. Oh and I’ve gained 50 fucking pounds which I’m currently working on losing. 1 year sober next month and no regrets
5. I am a functioning heroin addict. I’ve been using painkillers and heroin about 3 years, now just heroin because I live in Chicago and it is incredibly cheap and easy to get.(Just take the train to the west side and walk 3 blocks in any direction and you can find it.) So I don’t inject for various reasons, I just snort it. When I started I could get high from just 1 10 dollar bag, now I have to do at least 2 every day just to feel normal. It’s an expensive habit. I work a part-time job but that barely covers staying normal. To get high I now have to do 40-50 dollars worth. I also sell weed and pills and I steal from my parents and grandparents, either cash or anything I can pawn(Gold/silver) Nobody knows about this habit except 1 friend who is also an addict. People sometimes think I am depressed or am drunk or high on pot a lot because I am always in bed spaced out listening to headphones. I look totally normal, you would never notice it. My dealers comment on it all the time. Quitting would involve too much time in withdrawal(2-3 weeks) I don’t have that time right now. Basically I am in a constant struggle to stay normal and avoid the misery of opiate withdrawal, only actually getting high 2-3 times a week while snorting lines consistently every couple hours
6. I would abuse benzos and cocaine. My dealer was a regular supplier. He could get me 30-60 benzos (xanax, valium, klonipin) at the beginning of each month. We had a code system where he would text me a superhero comic that he had in supply. Each drug was paired with a superhero.
I would always imagine selling the benzos (I would to one friend) but would take the majority myself and combine it with drinking. For me, I had a job, a car, school and tons of responsibilities. This helped me control my addiction. Also, when you take benzos, the effects last for some days afterwords so I didn’t need it everyday.
It became really bad when I began pairing these drugs with cocaine. I sought treatment on my own with a therapist, and have been clean since September, from benzos.
I used cocaine only three times this year and every time it was while drunk. When I drink, I still think about using. I don’t think that will ever go away. This is the hardest and scariest part about using hard drugs. Giving up weed while drunk is easy. But once I get to a certain point I begin to crave cocaine or benzos. Luckily I deleted my benzos dealers number and he hasn’t hit me up to figure out where I am. The cocaine dealers are the cab drivers in the neighborhood and are literally a phone call away. The best method of prevention has been to surround myself drinking with people who don’t use cocaine. As I don’t have a number I am unable to get in contact with them anymore. But the times I had relapsed was when I was with someone who had access to a number. Cocaine is a hell of drug
7. I was a functioning opiate and benzo addict for about 4 years. I was addicted to both percocet and klonopin/xanax (whichever I had). I was prescribed klonopin for anxiety, but would lie to my doctor to get the dosage upped…at my worst point I went to 2 doctors and had a script for 90 klonopin/mo 60 ativan/mo and 30 xanax/mo. And my boyfriend at the time sold percocet so I had a constant supply. But to answer the question…I functioned the whole time (kept a full time job and apartment) I would take a small amount of opiates before work to get me awake and in a decent mood (not high-thats the difference!) And would take a small amount with me in case I got stuck at work. When I would get home I would do a lot, plus benzos and alcohol. Weekends I wouldnt sleep and would get high day and night. By the end bills started to slip…our cable got shut off, the place was a disgusting mess and was always pitch black…so depressing. My bf lost his job and was literally in bed all day. I had a moment of clarity and tried for a week to get him to ‘come with me’ so to speak… He wouldn’t. He was deep in it. I ended up coming home one day to a black, smelly, filthy apartment and he was dead asleep at 4 in the afternoon. I packed a bag and left. Never went back, never got high again (its been a year) I quit cigarettes, weed and my prescribed benzos. Feel pretty damn good. He claims to have gotten his shit together but I’m not going there again.
8. I am 32 years old, have a well paid job as a professional, live in a huge house with my fiancée and am very comfortable financially. I am also a drug addict.
I work in the healthcare sector in the U.K. as a professional and it took me 5 years to get my degree. My addiction started about 2 months into my first job. I had a really bad headache and as I had access to all sorts of medications, I decided to take some co-codamol (para 500mg and codeine 30mg) for this. This was the worst decision of my life. I instantly felt like I was on top of the world. My body felt light, I was overcome with happiness and everything just seemed so easy and problem free. I told myself this was a one-off but as you have already probably guessed it wasn’t.
Over the next year I gradually had to take more and more of the co-codamol to recreate that “first feeling”. The problem was, I never really achieved this. I went from codeine (which wasn’t monitored very well where I worked) to tramadol to the occasional sip of morphine liquid. I told myself I wasn’t addicted and I could stop whenever I wanted. Nobody at work ever suspected I was stealing drugs or that I was constantly high.
After about a year of this I decided I had to stop doing what I was doing as I was going to lose my job if I got caught. I went cold turkey for 1 week and it was honestly the worst week of my life. On drugs, the whole world seemed so rounded and smooth, without them I constantly felt like everything was sharp and too rough. At the end of the week I decided my life felt better with the drugs and I started using again. That first dose after going cold turkey was just sheer bliss.
I haven’t tried quitting again in 9 years now but I have almost been caught on a few occasions. As I started to need more opiates to feed my addiction, I had to start stealing larger quantities from work. Of course they finally twigged drugs were going missing but I was pretty crafty and the investigation went nowhere near me. I have moved jobs since and I am very careful about what I take and when. I know when suspicion is aroused and I just back off stealing for a few weeks.
There have been some low moments. Going on holiday is a nightmare for me as I don’t want to risk taking prescription drugs through customs to any country. Usually my holidays are me withdrawing badly whilst feigning a “local bug”. 5 years ago I got desperate and smuggled 50 tramadol capsules through Mexican customs. I didn’t get caught but I thought I was going to have a heart attack trying to get past security. Nowadays I just suffer on holiday for a week rather than risk being caught. I have also collapsed twice at work after taking extra strength codeine and dropping my resp rate ridiculously low. Again, I have passed that off as exhaustion and I’m 100% confident nobody suspects I’m a drug addict. I’m excellent at my job as well which helps me keep up the ruse.
Fast forward to today. I’ve been using for 10 years now and I still live in dread of being caught. I just can’t imagine a world without the drugs to keep everything smooth. My fiancée has no idea I’m an addict and I keep my stolen supplies well hidden in our house. I’m actually far too good at lying and being deceitful. In life, I have a great partner, a big house, loads of friends and a decent amount of money. Everything is perfect apart from my opiate dependence.
I’m writing this at home, feeling a nice buzz from the strong oxycodone tablets I’ve just taken (I procured them from a patient who had hundreds of boxes lying around her house). Nobody on earth knows the mess I’m in right now and quite frankly the shame of it makes me feel sick. One day I hope I have the courage to face the world drug free, praying to god I reach that part of my life before my fiancée finds out or before work or the police find out. I know I need help but I’m too ashamed to admit this to people I know.
I really don’t know what to do. I know I have a problem and need to stop but at this stage, I’m ashamed to admit I don’t really want to. Taking drugs is normal to me and stopping and withdrawing again makes me feel sick. I’m looking for advice from anyone who is/was in the same boat. Believe me, I know I have a problem and the best thing to do would be to come clean but I’m petrified.
9. I’ve been a functioning meth addict for a year and a half for the most part fairly successfully. I feel I differ from other meth addicts because meth is not my drug of choice… alcohol is. I was raging alcoholic from the age of 21 to 23. Not a long time but long enough to total two cars, drop out of school, obtain a DUI, lose all my friends, humiliate myself on well more than one occasion, screw my liver up, and suffer crippling withdrawals that would send me into convulsive seizures. If it were my last day on earth and I had the option to take any drug in the world, I’d twist the cap off a bottle of vodka and feel that eurphoric sense of calmness I so desperately sought for my entire childhood.
I smoke meth because it keeps the cravings for alcohol at bay. I started in August of 2016 and still actively smoke. When I run out of meth I crave alcohol just like I did when I was actively drinking. I do not wish to be an addict, I want a normal life where I don’t have to slip into the bathroom every few hours to take a hit but I do not get to have that luxury. I begged my parents to take me to treatment, I pleaded and they responded with, “you’re not an alcoholic, you’re over dramatic.” When I’d have a seizure my mom would angrily tell me to stop pretending then walk away. At this point I’m sure you can see why I become an alcoholic. My parents were in my life physically but emotionally I was at their mercy. When I was a teen I told my mom I was depressed and she told me no I wasn’t. When I tried to kill myself she told me I looked like a fucking idiot and to hide the rope marks on my neck because the grandparents didn’t need to see that bullshit. When I came out as gay I was terrified to tell them. They didn’t care I was gay. My dad actually hugged me and told me he’d love me no matter what. My mom on the other hand made me apologize to her. Not because I was gay but because I texted her. How could I text her? What would people think of her as a mother knowing her son couldn’t even tell her to her face? I had to apologize and console her for hurting her even though I was in the most vulnerable state I had ever been in.
Now, those are the extreme case scenarios I endured. Overall I was a pretty normal teenager who was extremely outgoing and charismatic. I did well in school and graduated on the honor roll. I was well liked and had a lot of friends, I loved high school and wish I could go back. When I turned 21 I drank alcohol for the first time. My parents drank but I was an obedient child that never defied them so I never drank or used any drugs including pot.
Within 2 months of turning 21 I was drinking daily and within a year I was drinking nonstop and if I started to get sober would start battling withdrawals. It was a living Hell. After totaling my second car I was ticketed with a DUI and my mother told me she would never help me with anything again and she kept that promise. If I didn’t have a ride to work I had to pay for an uber even if she was home on the couch. I ubered everywhere I went wether it was probation, classes, piss tests, work, etc. she never once helped me. Which is fine, I made the mistake but just more evidence of her character.
After I smoked meth and started doing it regularly (I was on probation as well and got off 6 months early for outstandingly good behavior and never got caught. I even pissed dirty and talked the PO into throwing the test into the trash as a false positive) I started to shows signs of improvement. I got my license back, my performance at work improved and came the day, almost a year ago today, that I made the choice to move out of my moms. Oh god was she pissed.
It was the best decision I ever made.
I moved in with a friend from high school. It was really hard adapting to living away from my mom. She was controlled every aspect of my life. All through high school all my paychecks went to her and she would give me money when she allowed it. Looking back she probably kept close to $2,500 that she claims was given to me. She did all my laundry, us kids were not on her insurance because she couldn’t afford it but her hair, nails, and eyelashes were always done and her phone was always brand new but anyways, so we never went to the doctor. I had to learn how to function for myself and it was really difficult.
But I got back in school and I graduate this Fall, I raised my credit score 100 points, I learned some new skills, I found a hobby, I acquired a thirst for knowledge and would research everything. I turned my life around and smoked meth the entire time I did it and no one had a single clue.
I’d be on the fast track to success right now but it all went up in flames this last November when I fell for an employment scam that has basically stripped all the success I’ve made and has left me jobless and almost bankrupt. I still smoke meth and still have kept it a secret. I’m currently living with my father who is increasingly growing more frustrated that I can’t find work. He’s an educated man that has matured a lot (my mother controlled him too because he’s fairly passive) so he’s a little harder to live with and maintain my secret. I was Savin my money so I could do outpatient testament and still go to school but the bank took all that money for the debt from the scam.
So, I guess I’m not the most functional of a meth addict but the meth didn’t strip me of my functionality, some piece of shit in Turkey did. And that piece of shit from Turkey May have cost me so much more than a couple thousand dollars, but also my education, my self esteem, my trust in others, and my one chance to finding sobriety.
But all anyone ever says is, “you should have known better.”
Yeah, and they all should have known that their emotional abuse caused me to turn into a self destructive addict but that doesn’t matter because I’m the one losing everything not them.
If anyone’s reading this I want you to take one thing from this.
You are not your parents. You are your own individual and sometimes we have to upset them to better ourselves. I was terrified of making them angry that endured their emotional abuse for almost 24 years. I turned to alcohol to calm my anxiety and almost lost it all. Then I turned to meth as a way to escape alcohol and almost recovered triumphantly and just short of being able to get the treatment I needed to quit substances forever, my trust in others caused it to all go up in smoke. Learn from my mistakes and seek help if you are the victim of emotional abuse. Get away from the abuse, you are not dependent on others for your success.
You are not powerless
you are not worthless
I’m rooting for you
I want you to succeed
I want you to fulfill your dreams
If you are a struggling addict like me – you will not get sober until you face your past. It took me 3 years to even realize what made me addict, what I was so scared and angry of. 3 YEARS! And now that I know, I’m not as scared anymore but I’m still fucking pissed and what I wanted from treatment is those coping skills to be able to forgive and accept what happened.
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