Don’t know, well, it’s something I’m more ashamed of than anything else. Long ago in my past, I went through a tough spot. I was being seen by doctors who were quickly trying to help me. This was in 2011-2012, which doesn’t feel like that long ago. I was in crisis, and they prescribed antipsychotics (drugs, glorious drugs) for the first time. This helped with quite a few side effects from brain madness.
Down the rabbit hole
The downside of taking them was that they turned me into a bona fide zombie. I was constantly sleeping, at home, work, and in the car during lunch breaks. My God, I remember one time I drove to the usual spot and took a nap; it was midday. Then I woke up to the sound of kids walking past. I had slept until 3 pm because I forgot to set an alarm on my phone.
So, hopefully, you understand how tired the pills made me. I then thought I needed to find a way to live with these pills and do something about the sleepiness. Naturally, I started looking online at different drugs you can take to stay awake.
Drugs = Bad
Skipping some highly illegal stuff, my prescription came through. I bought some epi-pens to test out; they weren’t normal epi-pens. These were injectable 10 ml pre-filled syringes meant for hospitals as they had a higher dose. I waited a few days before trying it. Then, I got into an argument, and I went into the bathroom thinking (and hoping) that this would fix it. I took the needle out and pierced my right leg. I thought 5 ml should be enough and saved the rest for another time. So there I was, pressed the plunger and drew back when I hit 5 ml.
And yeah. BOOM. It hit me, and my body just thought, “What the hell was that?” I went upstairs into the bedroom, and I just lay on the bed thinking I was going to die. Then it started to fade, and I was just filled with this power. That was the start of what would become a very odd few years of massive amounts of addiction to prescription pills. I stopped injecting in 2014. It’s almost 10 years now. I still have days when I miss it. I’ve done it while driving, and the feeling of just letting go. All the stress you were feeling, gone. Like floating on a cloud.
Conclusion
So in conclusion, I was a drug addict who ended up injecting almost every day, on and off, for 2 years. I went to rehab, and it worked. I became clean and learned many coping skills. So if I could cut the habit, you can too!
