❤️ SHARE YOUR DRUG NIGHTMARE!!!

I'm obviously rather obsessed with drugs, if you can't tell from my posts!! However whilst my tales are no way near complete, there's many drugs I haven't tried.

Even the ones I have is no way near to the numerous negative outcomes legal or illegal drugs can have on you.

If you'd like to share your story, please leave a comment. I'll contact you upon doing so. You can be named or anonymous.

Mwah Jay x

❤️ WORRIED ABOUT SOMEONES DRUG USE

Whether legal or illegal, drugs and alcohol can have a devastating effect on not only users but those around them.

In the UK all local councils will have a drug and alcohol team who can also help those effected by loved ones using.

I myself go to MDART which is Merton's drug and alcohol recovery team and see a Psychiatric Nurse. Have a social worker  who too is qualified in nursing at SDART (Sutton drug and alcohol). I visit MACs for counselling.

There's also NA and AA. Whilst I don't utilise many do. I find it triggering.

The following numbers can provide help in the UK. For help in your own country please leave message should you require help or assistance.

Finally I am qualified in counselling so can provide any help, advice or just a non judgemental ear to anyone who feels helpless.

Mwah 

Jay x

 

❤️ June 2015 - Once Upon a Time - The Binge Part 4

‘Caught out!' I sang to J**** as he came back into the room in the style of Usher. 

'You're a Junkette, actor, set up to be friend me'

'What?'

'You're not the first'

I explained that I had come across 'Junkettes' before, how they had a natural immunity to intravenous drug use, unlike most strange junkies, I sensed no danger in their aura.

I promptly left and within 5 minutes bumped into N****. He never came to Upper Tulse Hill, so I knew this was set up for me.

'Hi' I said

'Hi, what you doing here'

'Just smoking some crack'

He changed direction and, with me, walked back to his house. Clearly only there to meet me otherwise he would have carried on.

We headed back to his flat and began out mantra-esq routine of banging up speed and doing tweaking actions.

Me writing my blog, making up spits, which is rap tunes and playing with my tarot cards. N**** playing on his phone, play station and house work (well not really house work, but things that needed to be done in the house).

It wasn't long until I was again accused of having a mystery man and kicked out again. N**** had given me an old Apple Mac for my birthday and had already taken it back the previous night I was kicked out, yet again he took it from me. 

'I've got no phone, no iPad, nothing. Least let me take it to communicate with'

N**** ignored my pleas but didn't prevent me taking it. 

I bought two cans of spirit and mixer from the offie and headed back to Brockwell Park.

'Hey!! Come and drink with us!!'

A gorgeous mixed race guy called out to me.

'Ummm, maybe in a bit. I just wanna have a drink first' I replied.

'Come on, we're getting a smoke and some pills'

'Serious, I ain't feeling it babes. Just let me have a drink first'

The georgous guy kept begging but I kept walking.

I headed to a shaded spot near a fenced off over grown section and sat down. I opened one of the drinks and began to sort through the Apple Mac laptop.

It wasn't long till Mr Georgous came over.

'Why won't you join us for a drink'

'I will in a bit. I'm just a bit stressed. Wanted to have a drink or two. Not feeling sociable'

'Come on babes. T***'s gone to get a smoke and some pills'

'Now a pill!! That is tempting. Can I buy one? Haven't had a decent pill in ages'

'Sure' then he called 'T***!' to a park bench looking guy passing complete with a can of Special Brew. The guy stopped and sauntered over.

'Hey can you get a pill for..' he looked at me 'I didn't get your name?'

'J****' I replied 

'Urrrr I don't know about that mate'

'I'll pay' I added

'Come on mate' Mr Georgous chipped in.

'Yeah yeah, ok then' he then turned to me 'pass me that can, I've got some gear to smoke'

He pulled out a brown herb type plant. Similar to weed. Mr Georgous squashed the can and made some holes in it. In turn we all had a toke. 

'Shit, that stinks!' I exclaimed

'Dead man's leg, it's known as' and it really did stink of dead rotting flesh. In the busy park I took a toke and suddenly my head was spinning. 

It was a hallucinogenic and suddenlya face appeared on the tree in the distance. I felt dizzy and a little sick. I was  glad I only had one small toke.

'Come over and chill with us' Mr G asked again.

'I have to go Boots but I'll be back in an hour. Will you still be here'

'Yeah, we'll come Boots with you'

'I have to go Colliers Wood. I'll meet you back here. I want a pill. Ain't had a decent one in years. You're definitely getting some right?'

'Sure' and upon saying that N**** suddenly appeared walking through the gate. I quickly hit up in my hand, keeping it in my bag. I struggled to get a clean hit and was annoyed. I no longer cared about hiding my habit. Injecting myself in a packed park mid afternoon in Mr G's presence. Again he was not phased, shame, another Junkette. Only wanting my attention as he'd been instructed to get it. Not because he found me attractive or anything.

N**** was still furious and he marched over at light speed upon seeing my male company. The argument followed, N**** shouting and snatching the laptop. Mr G. intervened and calmed him down.

'I've got light at mine and I'm getting some dark' and being the typical junkie I  am it wasn't long until I left the park and went back to N****’s for a blaze.

'I'll see you later' I called to Mr G. who was reluctant to let me go.

We decided to walk to Tulse Hill and get some brown. This would remove the need for me to make the journey to Colliers Wood. 

TBC

❤️ 28th January 2015 - Dear R*** - Email To My Counsellor

It's at times like these when I actually feel any kind of negativity towards my saviour, methylphenidate.

It's a well known fact, methylphenidate or as you may be more familiar, Ritalin, calms the brain of an ADHD sufferer. It's also used as a sedative. I myself, enjoy my last dose of legal cocaine around 9pm,,and regularly drift into a deep slumber before 11.

Whilst the actions of Doctor B*****, halving my daily dose, have been negative as I now use half the time and take my meds half the time, I am grateful for my prescription.

It offers a break from the chaos not only present in my head due to ADHD, but it means my parent created psychosis, calms down a bit.

Small pleasures 

J

❤️ 27th January 2015 - Dear R*** - Email To My Counsellor

Dear R***,

Well the temptation to use was clearly far greater and my new, unwanted prerequisite of a sober life. I used tonight. Not my DOC, as rather annoyingly, due to money being quite tight. Actually, money is non existent at the moment, anyway I was rather frustrated upon arriving at the LH shop, at 06.24pm, to find it shut. I'm sure opposed to an incredibly unfortunate coincident, Alanis Morresett would find it 'Ironic', as the sign on the door clearly said 08.00pm closing time. 

I've just read your email and I'm smiling. The one where you said I made you smile. I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have the chance to off load on you A*****. I probably wouldn't be here any more. I'm glad I came to MACs, even though the name and location deferring me for years. Your aura and the aura of most the people at MACs is so warm, gentle and inviting. I feel genuinely welcomed and liked.

Right, enough sycophantic voice... Diary: I have not long returned home, from using. Not my DOC, although one is likely to crack that resolve tomorrow. Tonight I shared brown, light and weed.

I wish I had a real friend like you R***. But I doubt befriending junkie addicts outside work is in your list of to-dos. Another reason to stop anything that's consumed in a needle. No friends. 

Even if I quit drugs, I know it won't affect my 'psychosis' Because it's not real psychosis. Again the thoughts of overdose have plagued me. 

I will definitely commit suicide if this psychosis doesn't give me a break. I'm still forgoing the seatbelt when I drive. I don't look upon crossing the road. I'm not depressed about it. Life 'can' be good. If only small mercies like this would vanish from my life.

Until I use again. God bless.

❤️ 14th July 2015 - Don't Ed Sheeran, Lyrics By Me

Once upon a time,

In a land of fact, not fiction.

Lived a girl with a small cocaine addiction.

In reality she was real fine,

Coz she had restraint, didn't use all the time

She really was right on top of the world.

Never thought she would crash bang into hell.

But she chose to throw her life in the bin.

The very first time she smoked heroin.

In layman's terms, put quite simply 

I chose to self medicate my ADHD

Chose to use intravenously 

Coz the high BA and efficiency.

Now my life is a real fucking mess.

Each day I wake up, I real do detest.

So with hardly a beat left in my heart

I'm on my knees and I'm begging MDART.

Verse two is in progress. MDART is the drugs team I visited who sent me to Dove ward to detox. Verse two will start 

Now I am where I fit like a glove

But I never grow my wings and fly like a dove.

It's not long till I've forgot 

The 18 days spent in detox

But doctor you make me hate

Coz you took away my methylphenidate.

Without this, I can't rest

My heads chaotic, a real damn mess.

Just a silly post. Whole song will be done soon!

Mwah! Crazy Jay x

 

❤️ June 2015 - Once Upon a Time - The Binge Part 3

Dawn had faded from a inky black sky, dotted with diamonds and a crescent shaped moon, resembling a clipped finger nail, to a deep velvet purple. The purple faded into a pastel pink, and orange glow, rainbow shaped, marked the soon arrival of sun. Finally pink to blue, candy floss clouds dotted the sky, creating various shapes, just like the ones  I used to see as a child.

Although in central London, the moist, dew splattered glass, smelt crisp and if the buses and slow stream of cars weren't present in the distance, one could easily believe to be in deep Hampshire or Summerset country.

Disappointed at the loss of my phone I continued to search the strip of grass I had ran, whilst chasing not one, but two grim reapers.

Whilst this was annoying, I knew the only people present were my family and tormentors. I would get it back.

Having hid in the dense bushes which created a second fence, around the park's perimeter. I decided to bang up one more time, before it became to busy to do so. I found a spot with adequate lighting, pulled up my jacket sleeve and used my bag strap as a tourniquet and flagged in a small vein on the underside of my arm. 

My options are limited for injecting now. In the whole 8 months I used without disclosing, the big veins on my arm were like old rope, but repaired and functioned. 

Due to my 'Psychosis' undertaking evil acts such as contaminating my gear (even my psychiatrist agreed a junkie would never lose or contaminate their gear!) or damaging my works by making holes in the needle, flagging was impossible and shots easily missed.

I  had  loss the ability to hit many of my larger veins as well as the sudden appearance of patches of rotting flesh. In every non fiction book I've read on drug addiction, the loved ones went above and beyond to ensure their darling junkie had fresh works. Ensuing they would minimise damage to someone who was clearly fragile before their discovery.

Not my loved ones. The scars I still bear will be a constant reminder of the soul destroying, damaging acts, they undertook endeavouring to make me stop using. No one can make one person stop using. But loving family support can influence their abstinence enormously. My ADHD makes my head turn to a state of constance chaos. If my world is chaos, I'm more likely to do something to reduce this chaos. Seeing as I would reduce, try not to use or even when I briefly stopped. The external chaos was ever present and equally chaotic, providing no respite in response to my changes. Naturally this only increased my using, breaking my abstinent phases.

In the three months psychosis stepped up it game, taking into consideration I wasn't nearly doing half as much as prior to psychosis, the damage to my body was four times worse, in half the time.

By now my tolerance was soaring to ethylphenidate, so whilst my shot was strong, it bearly buzzed me. While my heart did a mini grande prix, my hands sweated lightly and no doubt my eyes widened and jaw clenched, the hit's rush was absence from this shot. However there's only a fine line from a shot with a rush and a shot creating an 'Oh Shit' moment, in hindsight I can state this was probably a good outcome.

Due to the Buprenorphine, an opiate blessing me with pin prick tiny pupils, the massive black pupils associated with stimulant abuse, never touched me. If anything, they looked normal. 

'Hey! What you doing here?'

'I've been working. Just finished now' he replied lugging a heavy rucksack onto the bench near where I was standing.

'I've lost my phone. Fancy helping me look for it?'

'Sure' he replied.

I had come across a unusual early morning park companion. His name was J*****, he was 37. Had a girlfriend who was currently pissed with him. He also banged up heroin. I should have taken heed to this disclosure. Generally, intravenous drug use isn't disclosed as casually as you would do the weather. Yet, due to my intoxication, homelessness and natural need to converse, I foolishly fell for his banter and agreed to go and chill in his and score some light and dark. The Junkette's never have a problem with my intravenous drug use. A normal person would.

Upon giving up on the phone search we turned back to the bench upon which, his heavy ruck sack had been laid.

'My bags gone!'

'Shit you're joking?' He wasn't joking.

'All my work tools are in there'

'Shit, bad luck b. Maybe it was the dick who took my phone?'

'Fuck it, I'm gonna score some b. Wanna come?'

'Yeah fuck it. Why not? Got shit else to do'

So off I headed to a virtual strangers house. Due to the bizarre number of Junkette's sent to befriend me, follow me or drive pass me, strangers no longer created any natural fear or hesitation.

I would walk, boldly into a road. Not looking for traffic, instinctively knowing the cars would stop. Same with strangers initiating conversation about intravenous drug use.

As we walked up the hill in Brockwell Park, the last pink ting of dawn sky vanished leaving a pastel, blue sky. Dotted with light, misty clouds. Today would be a nice day.

We headed towards an estate in Tulse  Hill and up to a flat I was instructed to enter via the kitchen window due to lost keys.

'Hey! I'm back. I'm with J****. We're gonna get some gear'

'Urrrggghhhhmmm' a noise from a darkened front room replied.

We walked upstairs to a bedroom and J promptly climbed into bed. The house was disgusting. I had never encountered such dire standards of cleanliness. Grease in layers so thick upon the cooker I could have written my name. Equally thick layers of grim was present on the floor. The walls were shades of grey, where the original light shade had been dirtied to an extent it was no amount of cleaning would remove the dirty shades of grey, varying at hand level to shades almost as dark as black.

The toilet filled with dirty brown water and refused to flush. Alarm bells began to question these living standards, but the heroin voice drowned out any doubts with 'fuck it, you're getting a hit. You need a downer after all that speed'

J**** dosed in bed whilst I banged up some speed, refusing a hit himself. He would bizarrely and sporadically be immersed into withdrawal and roll over with an accompanying 'ohhhh... I'm clucking'

After an hour he called a dealer. Within 30 minutes it arrived. A teeny rock of crack, 2 blazes top. And some brown which J**** immediately cooked up. Upon giving me a syringe filled he promptly told me he was going to bang up in his femoral vein outside the room.

I was baffled. The gear clearly hadn't been filtered and even had pieces of tobacco in it. I squirted it into the cooker and used a filter. Pushing a drop on to my hand I tasted it. Tasted of tobacco and too much citric. I realised he had use the whole pack. It even says on the packs, this packet does one gramme of heroin.

No addict would use a whole pack on a 10 of brown. I pulled some paper work out from under the bed. Completely different names appeared from J****. Then children's schools books. Then pictures of an Asian family. 

The ease with intravenous drug use.

The half arsed withdrawals.

The unfiltered gear.

Whole pack of citric.

Thankfully I was only able to bang up a small amount, and it clearly wasn't gear. The crack was legit and I smoked half.

'Caught out!' I sang to J**** as he came back into the room in the style of Usher. 

'You're a Junkette, actor, set up to be friend me'

'What?'

'You're not the first'

...... TBC

❤️ June 2015 - Once Upon a Time - The Binge Part 2

As I left N****’s block, I was relieved it was a warm night.

I was still unsteady from my Oh Shit dose of ethylphenidate I had just banged up in the rubbish room at the bottom of the block. I wouldn't need to reload for another 4 hours or so.

My heart beat began to slow down as I walked towards Brockwell Park, my home for the night.

My family had clearly predicted this and already set up camp for tonight's Oscar winning performance of Psychosis by Mum and Dad. I shouldn't be so damn predictable. (The following day I found numerous sleeping bags and camping equipment in the bushes to validate this weird shit isn't psychosis but all a huge act)

I walked up the road where I knew there was a wooden fence, making the park easily accessible. Just like the American stereo types, proper 101 Dalmatians style, there was a 6 foot, iron, spiked fence around the majority of the park.

Here I could climbed the fence easily and access the park, now locked up.

Upon jumping over I was soon greeted by not one, but two, Grim Reapers. White Scream type masks and long black cloaks. I saw them slowly walk in my direction.

I immediately ran towards them, and hysterically they both turned and ran for their lives. I have never seen anything more hysterical than death, trying to spook me, only to turn and run like a pair of chickens, from an 8 stone / 112lbs skinny, female.

I wanted to catch them, but realised my phone had gone. I stopped and turned to look for it. If the people in the park were a figment of my imagination, there was no one present to take my phone.

It had gone however. This was planned. The person who took it answered all calls but mine, promising to return the phone. Phone-less I couldn't record any of their bullshit, transfer money to the account I had a cash card for (my psychosis includes stealing 8 cash cards and 7 SIM cards), contact anyone bar my parents, so basically making my survival without my parents impossible. I'm 34 not 14 by the way.

Unable to find my phone, from the straight line I had run, in the empty park I decided to find some bushes with light, enabling me to bang up again. As I turned to walk up the hill a line of 50 or so, people were walking in the distance.

Boo hoo! They never approached me. So I didn't give a shit. You see, unlike real psychosis, mine was not terrifying, scary nor frightening. Mine was fucking annoying, and only within the realm of human possibility.

No one flew, no Satan in my face, no scary shadows. The only voices I heard were my family. Unlike everyone else there were no voices saying 'kill yourself', 'stab them' or 'jump'. I only heard my brother reading my phone text messages or blog. 

I never used to get psychosis or as I like to say bothered / tormented at N****’s.  Never at my girlfriend's and we banged up loads. Apart from hearing and seeing my father, brother and his girlfriend from my bedroom window, nothing at Springfield and I used a hell of a lot in there. A gram of speed intravenously, benzos and a couple of splifs daily.

So I headed towards the line of boring fuckers who had nothing better to do than torment someone with a drug addiction, ultimately making them use more, opposed to doing something positive which would help me.

I walked into some thick bushes heading as far in as possible. I had learnt to do this as if anyone actually approaches me,

I'll hear them break branches and push past bushes. This helped me determine if the voices I heard were actual people or coming from carefully planted speakers.

Yes speakers! My family have gone to grave detrimental detail to try make me believe I'm mad. Sad as ADHD treatment would have reduced if not stopped my drug abuse, helped me, not destroyed my life and I'd probably be clean now.

So much negativity for someone who needed just one person to reach out and help her. Due to my two failed detoxes where the doctor removed my meds, knowing that was my reason for admittance, only ensured the abuse continued. As I failed, my family decided further positive help should not be given, but full steam ahead on trying to make our sane daughter think she's mad. So so terribly sad. I'll never think I was mad. Unless my father tells the truth I'll never forgive or love him again.

So, with the bushes and branches creating a barrier, I ignored my parents voices from the speakers, knowing they were no where near me. Using the moon light, another reason stealing my phone was vital, I used my bag to make a  tourniquet and removed the syringe I had, Blue Peter style, made earlier.

Soon, dawn began to approach, so I headed back towards where I lost my phone desperately trying to retrieve it.

Walking back and forth, I noticed the park warden and hid in the bushes. He opened the gate.

I continued my search when a male with a heavy rucksack walked through the gate. 

'Hey, what you doing here?' He asked

'Trying to find my phone. You?'

'Just finished work'

'Can you help me look?'

Little did I know he was a Junkette, planted by my parents with average acting skills.....

To be continued in part 3

❤️ 07th July 2015 - REHAB! They Tried To Make Me Go To Rehab

And I said YES! YES! YES!

Finally I've had my interview with rehab guy. It's gonna take 4-8 weeks to get it sorted. I have to go to a dual diagnosis rehab due to my ADHD. The rehab guy said he would make sure I could take my methylphenidate AKA Ritalin there as some won't let you take any medications.

Having my methylphenidate is crucial. I want to learn to live prescribed with it in a controlled environment so when I'm out coping without drugs should be easier.

I'm praying to God I get my script back. I don't think it'll be worth going otherwise as I can just see myself using again.

My ADHD was awful today. My head felt like it wanted to explode. Staying still was  impossible. Due to me wanting to give stimulant free urine tests, I haven't smoked for 5 days. I have never used so little in my whole drug using life.

My psychiatric nurse asked me to describe my ADHD as she too noticed it was very predominant this afternoon. I explained it was like a kettle which could only be switched off with using stimulants. So I use, kettle switches off and cools down. Next day it's still cool. Day after it begins to boil. Day after that it's boiling but can't be switched off without using.

My head wanted to explode this afternoon. Yes I've had a smoke now, so will have a couple of OK days.

Heard my Bessie detox mate's in the nick for drink driving! She's terrible for doing that. When I'm with her, I offer to drive. I hardly drink so only have a glass. She's drinking from waking.

It's so sad, detox won't have her back as she broke the DVD player, poured someone's coke all over the floor (blamed me! Yes I was pissed at the time, specially since I was bullied so badly because of it), and stired shit by slagging everyone off behind their backs.

Thankfully she sent a text admitting it to another resident who told the truth to spare me.

So they've refused to readmit her. She keeps trying to overdose. I'm scared she'll end up locked up in the nut house.

If you've read my experiences you'll know there's no help whatsoever in those places. The nurses are too busy dealing with the real crazy people to even converse with those who are sane of mind.

You're ignored, locked away and will only deteriorate.

Mental institutions are NOT suitable for those suffering drug addiction.

The Mental Health Code of Practice states when detained the reason for your detainment must be addressed. I got no treatment for ADHD, addiction, drug abuse or therapy for my psychosis created by mum and dad. Even though mine wasn't real, it still wasn't addressed.

Seriously, people who abuse drugs and overdose need detox and rehab. The nut house is only for people who talk to Jesus, know the Queen and worship Satan.

Never try to get someone who is mentally capable but suffering metal illness sectioned.

It's ruined me. Bye bye career! Drugs detox, not to bad. But mental enough to be sectioned... I don't think my career in education project management will be resurrected. 

Anyway please wish me luck on getting my script back! I want to be normal, and have only refrained from drug abuse when on Ritalin.

Love and bless

J x