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Alcohol and Steroid Abuse-
Posted 5/5/2010 12:58:00 AM |
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| We have a family member who not only can drink well over a dozen and a half beers at a time but we also suspect is using steroids and/or other performance enhancing drugs at the same time. This same individual also likes to use these caffeine/stimulant filled sport drinks before and after his non-Olympic workouts which makes his already short temper even more short.
We're hoping he'll bottom out so he'll be forced to address many of his issues including monetary ones. But the bottom that should have come years ago has been delayed because he uses his friends/contacts for favors to bail him out of his troubles. He has police, lawyer,rich and powerful friends. Apparently his rich friends aren't giving him the money he bragged he could get from them but he's still get favors done for him else where.
Will a person doing this have an epiphany or must we wait for him to hit rock bottom before addressing his many issues? |
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drugs
Posted 4/30/2010 9:06:00 AM |
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| Do not ever take drugs because you can mess up your whole entire body when you do!! |
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Drugs aren't cool
Posted 4/26/2010 1:07:00 PM |
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| Doing drugs makes people afraid of you and scared to hang out with you. It's not a good idea people. |
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Drugs are stupid
Posted 4/26/2010 1:01:00 PM |
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| OK guys here's how the story goes. My name is Albert, my friends call me Al. Well I don't really have any friends anymore ever since I started s.l.o.m. Slom is really stupid. I mean, really who puts leaches on themselves? Well the answer to that question is me. I put leaches on myself. Why? Why? I don't know, because slomming makes me feel like a frog. And frogs are my favorite animal. Let this be a lesson to you. Sloming is dumb. |
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Hurting and Slowly Dying Inside
Posted 4/21/2010 2:53:00 PM |
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| I know what it's like to feel so alone that nobody would notice if you disappeared. But there are people out there that really do care and can help if you let them. Sometimes we feel so alone because we don't let anyone in. I might not know you but I do care. I know how painful using can become. Don't give up on yourself. |
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Moment of realization that this site is rarely telling the t...
Posted 4/18/2010 9:39:00 PM |
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| The first problem I have with this site is that they automatically upon arrival put drugs and alcohol in different categories. They might as well say drugs. I often come to sites like this to laugh at there mostly made up studies, especially when it comes to Marijuana. I'm happy that the Partnership for a Drug-free America has finally decided to admit that there has never in the history of the earth been a death caused by marijuana, yet they are still trying to say that cannabis causes cancer. I myself have used and still use every couple of weeks or so and have experienced no such problems. In fact I have experienced no problems at all. It's been around a year and a half since I began and I know this may shock you, but I am fine. I see no problem with relaxing, enjoying yourself, laughing, eating, then taking a nap and waking up and feeling like a million bucks. Alcohol gives some of these feelings but the next morning is usually quite awful. With Marijuana I wake up feeling great and ready to greet the world. They are beginning to talk about drinking but not nearly as much as they should. Well, just something to think about. |
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.......empty, invisible, zombie girl?
Posted 4/11/2010 8:53:00 AM |
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| I'm November, and I'm 19 yrs young. I don't know which 'moment of truth' to share with you, I have had many. I find myself here... living in a hotel room, failing college, working as a stripper, hating myself, and waiting to die every single day. I'm lonely, I'm scared, I'm angry, I'm hurting, & no one cares. I haven't been to class in a little over 3 weeks & not one person has noticed. Not one text, one call, one facebook message, no 'are u okay', or 'where have u been?'... I'm alone. I'm friendless. I tell my parents everything's okay. I tell them I'm getting all A's in school now. I tell them so many lies. They don't know I'm stripping. They don't know anything. They think I'm better now. I messed up last semester & had to medically withdraw to go to rehab. I then lived in a halfway house, then the psych ward after attempting suicide, then I got evicted, & then I relapsed... & now I'm alone in this hotel room. Laying here at 8:43 in the morning. I haven't slept in days. There's piles of trash on the floor. I haven't showered in idk how long. There's empty bottles everywhere. There's a coke can with holes in it I use to smoke pot & crack in. There's coke powder & rolled up dollar bills next to my sink. There's pills hidden in my stripper shoes. I'm losing weight. I'm about to drop out of freshman yr of college & I'm going to runaway and road trip across the US. To get away from all of this. I'm scared. I'm tired. I'm lonely. I'm cold. No one hears me snorting my life away. No one sees the tears. No one gives a damn... I guess everyone has fears. It's just hard knowing you're dying, & no one cares anymore. They've all given up on me. I've given up on me. Where did it all go? When did I become this...... empty, invisible, zombie girl? |
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rock-bottom
Posted 4/8/2010 9:16:00 AM |
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| My moment of truth and clarity came when I was being hauled off to jail on Halloween night 2009. It was the last of many encounters and run-ins with the law (I hope) and jail I will ever have.
I had been living with my physically abusive boyfriend (my ex-boyfriend now), for two weeks in a broken-down Volkswagen, in a Wal-mart parking lot, in a small suburb near Fort Worth, TX. We were thieving, lying, breaking-into, scamming, and scheming to make it by. Every bit of money we got our hands on, went to drugs (meth). I remember, clearly, sitting in the car, watching and waiting for security to drive by in between hits. Finally, fate intervened.
When I called my mother collect from the jailhouse phone, I remember crying into the phone that it was finally over. As upset as I was that I was in jail, relief easily trumped any negative feelings I had had about my incarceration. I was finally free of the bondage of my addiction and ready to start my life over with a clean slate. |
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I'm Sorry...
Posted 3/31/2010 11:55:00 AM |
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| I'm sorry Courtney for the things you've done
For your family you have hurt
And the regrets you have made
But most of all I'm sorry
That you have to spend the rest of your life
Behind bars without another second chance
I wish you were young again so I could help
You see the things that would come the
Second you picked up that pipe. |
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Drugs can lead to heartache
Posted 3/28/2010 1:53:00 PM |
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| Addiction has been in my family for years....my children have used and continue to use today. As a parent I feel helpless and hurt for my children. I have lost a son, my children, and a brother from a drug-related incident. Thank you to all who share their thoughts and moments of truth.... |
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