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Why is alcohol the hardest thing to give up?
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2023-08-14 at 8:33 AM UTC
Originally posted by Haxxor Kendilerine "kutsal" diyebilirler…
…Ama hepsi sadece bir insan…
Don't be so quick to throw away your life. No matter how disgraceful or embarrassing it may be, you need to keep struggling to find your way out until the very end. It’s sad to watch you spiraling out every day.
im not spiralling out, It's not sad, i'm on a good arc . you literally have your profile picture set as mine from another site... tell me whom is the one spiraling here? THAT"S SAD You're completely insane and your mind is clearly shitfucked and more deranged than mine, my plurals are friends with people, because mine are tulpa based, yours are drama based plurakls and REAL mental health shit
i might not be the most mentally healthy person , im just myself, wild and saucy and doing what I can to live right. I don't know why you're so obsessed/in love with me and I don't care
I just calls em as I see em, I'm a take it or leave it kinda guy and the women that hate me the most usually end up being my best gal pals, once they come around and get over their programming and society brainwash they have all these expectations and preheld beliefs on how people are etc etc etc well I don't fit the mold for your ideas sorry I might do drugs but most drug users can't fucking stand me , most non drug users are the same.
I'm hated by both sides, many fractions, I am the true Nietzschean free spirit , I am a contradiction to my today, out of place, distant, which I embrace fully
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood I am an outsider to any internet community including this one.
I am the true definition of a free spirit, you will never be as free as I am. I am a contradiction to my today, out of place, distant, which I embrace fully. Nietzsche calls this "Pathos of Distance"
https://muse.jhu.edu/article/178966
"free spirits are said to possess all the traits Nietzsche praises. Ruth Abbey, for instance, characterizes the values constitutive of free spirithood as "autonomy in thought and action, intellectual strength and daring, desire and ability to pursue the truth, capacity for cruelty and the skills of dialogue."9 While it is true that Nietzsche does suggest that the dialogue is the perfect conversation,10 he nowhere associates skills in dialogue with a free spirit. Instead, the free spirit is strongly associated with isolation, which would tend to preclude conversation, skilful or otherwise." -
2023-08-15 at 5:42 PM UTC
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2023-08-16 at 6:45 AM UTCI have to give up alcohol. it gives me indigestion and raises my bp and then I get vomity sick.
5 drinks and I was so sick the next day. I used to drink people under the table. anyone of you I would have played beer-pong or loser drinks shot games
but fucking hell. I don't want to die like that. it's pretty gnarly. I have to give up alcohol now. Maybe easter a sip for culture and ceremonial but no more alcohol for me. this old man is spent. -
2023-08-18 at 1:27 PM UTC
Originally posted by Pete Green I have to give up alcohol. it gives me indigestion and raises my bp and then I get vomity sick.
5 drinks and I was so sick the next day. I used to drink people under the table. anyone of you I would have played beer-pong or loser drinks shot games
but fucking hell. I don't want to die like that. it's pretty gnarly. I have to give up alcohol now. Maybe easter a sip for culture and ceremonial but no more alcohol for me. this old man is spent.
only rapists play drink till u pass out games. -
2023-08-18 at 6:06 PM UTC
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2023-08-19 at 10:26 PM UTC
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2023-08-19 at 11:05 PM UTC
Originally posted by Instigator Why do people seem to flock to AA?
Because it works. For a very particular kind of person. Nobody wants to go to AA. There's a reason "rock bottom" is a thing in AA: it is the last resort. Most addicts can kick whatever their particular shit is without that, thankfully. The capital-A Addicts who flock to AA can't do it. Total abstinence, submission to a higher power, etc are a necessity for them. You might be one of them, might not be. If you are... shit, man. I'm sorry. The road from here to actually going to your first meeting is... likely not going to be pleasant. -
2023-08-20 at 1:44 PM UTC
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2023-08-20 at 1:53 PM UTC
Originally posted by Meikai Because it works. For a very particular kind of person. Nobody wants to go to AA. There's a reason "rock bottom" is a thing in AA: it is the last resort. Most addicts can kick whatever their particular shit is without that, thankfully. The capital-A Addicts who flock to AA can't do it. Total abstinence, submission to a higher power, etc are a necessity for them. You might be one of them, might not be. If you are… shit, man. I'm sorry. The road from here to actually going to your first meeting is… likely not going to be pleasant.
somesimtes banging your head on the rocks is fun just get back up nigga walk it off -
2023-08-20 at 6:20 PM UTCPEENIScock
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2023-08-20 at 7:42 PM UTC
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2023-08-20 at 8 PM UTCChapter 1
SCRON'S STORY
Turbulence reigned in the small town of Crackshackville, where a group of us new, young souls struggling with meth addiction were stationed. The locals extended their arms, inviting us into their homes, their gestures imbued with kindness. In the midst of this whirlwind, I felt a fleeting sense of belonging, almost heroic. The world was a mix of love, applause, and the ongoing battle against our inner demons. It was then that I encountered the allure of meth—a numbing escape from the strong warnings and the cautionary tales that had surrounded me.
Time swept us across the sea to a foreign land known as "Over There." The loneliness of those times only deepened my reliance on meth. Canada's Ice and Snow became my backdrop, where I found myself wandering through the historic halls of a dark alley with a random statue of a pioneer and indians. There, in the face of history, I faced my own inner battles. A simple inscription on an old indian tombstone caught my attention:
"Here lies a Troubled Soul
Whose life was a continuous fight
Against the icy grip of crystal meth.
A warrior, never to be forgotten."
turned out to be graffiti, failing to heed the warning it held. I was a mere twenty-two years old, a veteran of personal battles, and I took the bus back home, burdened by my own addiction. I deluded myself into thinking I was a leader, a hero. My talents would surely lead me to manage great enterprises with unwavering confidence.
I embarked on a right course, diving into the legal world, determined to find my place in it. The pursuit of success consumed me, a fire burning within. I was convinced that my destiny was to conquer the world, driven by the thrill of the crypto market and its promise of riches. I was immersed in the financial world, fascinated by the spectacle of people gaining and losing fortunes. I was on the brink of greatness, or so I thought.
My obsession with meth grew, fueling a lifestyle of continuous highs and devastating lows. My friends and family expressed concern, but their voices were drowned out by the meth's siren call. The thrill of the roaring twenties was intoxicating, drowning out any warnings of impending danger. I was the life of the party, surrounded by friends and excitement, even as my inner struggles grew more profound.
My meth addiction spiraled out of control, overshadowing any sense of responsibility or reason. I pushed my loved ones away, clung to fair-weather friends, and ignored the havoc I was causing in my sumptuous apartment. There were nights of chaos, fueled by my addiction, but infidelity was the one line I didn't cross.
The addiction's grip tightened as the crypto market crashed in 2022, mirroring my own collapse. In the midst of chaos, I found myself seeking solace in the glass dick more than ever before. The papers were filled with tales of financial ruin, echoing the despair I felt in my heart. Meth and video games became my constant companions, providing a temporary reprieve from the darkness that enveloped me.
As the world was thrown into turmoil, I sought refuge in the pursuit of getting #1 in minecraft, only to find myself chasing a mirage. Meth sped up my downfall, outpacing my feeble attempts to achieve sobriety. I found myself in the grip of morning high asfuck and sought relief in the bottom of a glass dick. My life had become a cycle of meth, video games, and isolation.
In 2023, with the world still reeling from economic catastrophe, I clung to a last glimmer of hope— MOTHERFUKING AI and LEARNING TECHNOLOGY FROM THE GROUND-UP that promised to resurrect my fortunes. But my addiction wouldn't release its grip, and I spiraled into a prodigious binge that shattered that hope. Rock bottom awaited, and it was a cold, merciless place.
By the end of that bleat Summer, I was huddled in my kitchen, nursing a bottle of meth, feeling the despair that had become all too familiar. Meth had hollowed me out, leaving nothing but emptiness and shattered dreams. Meth was my refuge, my tormentor.
Then, a glimmer of light cut through the darkness. The fax machine bleated, interrupting my desperate thoughts. An old friend, someone who had experienced their own descent and emerged transformed, wanted to visit. They had found a different way of living, free from the shackles of addiction. Their voice held hope, a promise of change. They were a beacon of light in my darkest hour.
As my friend shared their journey, my heart stirred. They spoke of a new way of living, a spirituality that had carried them out of the abyss. Their words penetrated my skepticism, and for the first time, I considered the possibility of a power greater than myself. Could this power help me overcome my addiction?
My friend's story resonated deeply within me. Their transformation was tangible, their joy infectious. They had overcome addiction's grip through a newfound spirituality, a connection to a higher power that had pulled them from the brink. Could it work for me? I was willing to try anything.
It was then that my friend shared a simple yet revolutionary idea: to choose my own conception of a higher power. I had resisted the notion of a higher power for so long, associating it with judgment and control. But now, with their guidance, I started to see the possibility of a higher power that could guide me to recovery.
With a glimmer of hope, I entered a hospital, my body and mind battered by years of addiction. There, in a moment of humility, I surrendered to a power greater than myself. I recognized that my addiction had brought me to my knees, and that without help, I was lost. The desire to heal, to transform, surged within me.
I made a decision to let go of my self-centeredness and rely on a higher power. I faced my past, acknowledging the harm I had caused to others. I sought to mend the broken pieces of my relationships. The journey wasn't easy, but it was necessary for my healing.
Step by step, I followed the path my friend had illuminated. I cultivated a new way of thinking, rooted in faith and humility. I sought guidance from the higher power I had chosen to believe in. I realized that true growth required action and application of spiritual principles in all areas of my life. This was not an easy path, but it was a transformative one.
The joy of recovery began to replace the darkness of addiction. Slowly but surely, I rebuilt my life. Through fellowship and shared experience, I found a sense of community that I had never known before. We gathered, not to bask in our past mistakes, but to celebrate the strength we had found in our higher power.
My transformation wasn't without its challenges. Addiction's pull remained strong, and there were moments of doubt and temptation. But whenever I felt weak, I turned to my higher power, seeking guidance and strength. My spirituality became my anchor, keeping me steady in the face of life's storms.
As time passed, I realized that my journey was not just about my own recovery. It was about helping others find their way out of the darkness, just as my friend had done for me. Through sharing my story, offering support, and working with fellow addicts, I discovered a new purpose—a purpose rooted in service and compassion.
Today, I stand as a testament to the power of transformation. My life, once consumed by addiction and despair, has been resurrected through faith, humility, and the support of a loving community. I've learned that true greatness isn't measured by material success, but by the depth of our character and the lives we touch.
I share my story not to glorify my past, but to inspire others who may be trapped in the grip of addiction. There is hope, even in the darkest of times. By embracing a higher power and committing to a path of recovery, we can overcome even the most formidable challenges.
So, to all who read these words, know that you are not alone. Reach out, seek help, and have faith in the possibility of transformation. The journey won't be easy, but it will be worth it. And as you take each step, remember that there is a power greater than yourself guiding you toward a life of healing, purpose, and joy. -
2023-09-13 at 3:58 AM UTC
Originally posted by Jiggaboo_Johnson I technically was I suppose…6 drinks a day mon-fri…up to 10 or 15 at the weekend.
I rarely got drunk though. I stopped for medical reasons after having a "medical emergency" and my doc saying next time I'd be dead if I didn't stop.
That might have been the incentive I needed. I stopped that day and never had the desire to drink again. Prior to that I never thought I'd be able to quit, I'd be driving home from work thinking about that first frosty brew…exwife #2 had instructions to have my 1 liter glass chilled in the freezer and I'd call her when I was 1 min away from home to pour it so when I walked in, there it was ready…which I'd then chug it down in 1 or 2 goes before retiring to the shower and telling her to have another ready for when my shower was over.
whatd the instructions you gave to wife #2 say -
2023-09-13 at 4:12 AM UTCI havent legit drank sincd cocaine bitch
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2023-09-13 at 4:17 AM UTCI blacked out at the wedding in san diego. In fairness to myself that was because it was a beer and wine only wedding (really gay) and its a lot harder to pace myself wih those bc watered down alc takes like 45 min to hit me. Had something like 11 beers and 9 glasses of wine, couple swigs from a groomsmans flask in like 3 hours. I really only drink like 2- 3 times every 2 weeks but when i do, im drinking tequila and whiskey- usually like a half bottle of each, and a few IPAs to sip on and keep things rollin in between shots. They shouldve had a normal bar instead of being fancy faggots about it, but then my gfs father wouldnt have had the privilege of seeing my penis so i guess alls well that ends well.
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2023-09-13 at 3:53 PM UTCI dunno I only drink socially now. I tried to become an alcoholic for a while where I was drinking liquor morning noon and night, even drinking WHILE driving at times. I just wanted to be one of those guys that always had a flask on me and would drink at inappropriate moments like standing in line at the grocery store, or at a funeral.
I did that for a couple months until eventually I just started feeling sick instantly from even small amounts of alcohol so I stopped for a while. I have no problems with any kind of addiction except maybe cumming, if I don’t fuck I have to jack off once or twice a day every day I can’t not do it.
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2023-09-13 at 3:54 PM UTCIn the past cocaine was used as a cure for alcoholism, stimulants and that's what got me off it. It's why I drink so many energy drinks instead.
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2023-09-13 at 5:51 PM UTC
Originally posted by Fox I dunno I only drink socially now. I tried to become an alcoholic for a while where I was drinking liquor morning noon and night, even drinking WHILE driving at times. I just wanted to be one of those guys that always had a flask on me and would drink at inappropriate moments like standing in line at the grocery store, or at a funeral.
I did that for a couple months until eventually I just started feeling sick instantly from even small amounts of alcohol so I stopped for a while. I have no problems with any kind of addiction except maybe cumming, if I don’t fuck I have to jack off once or twice a day every day I can’t not do it.
Sucks for you though
Samesies on both counts. I usually have a 6 pack of car beers for long drives. -
2023-09-13 at 10:19 PM UTCAlbert Cohol
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2023-09-13 at 11:24 PM UTC
