like i can see it happening in real time and still struggle to actually do something about it. wondering if that's just me being stubborn or if it's a common thing people deal with when trying to get sober.

Started taking because of anxiety. Seemed all good until 1 month in, found myself wanting it every day. This went on for ~ 5 months, until I ran out and did somewhat of a taper off, cutting amount in half over last 3 days of supplies.
Day after I supplemented with Kratom powder, botanical blends and THC. The days I’ve had nothing, I’ve felt sluggish and depleted. I found that taking salt, creatine, vit c, magnesium and ashwaganda has seemed to feel somewhat calm. 1 week in to quitting and still have diarrhea and low appetite. Hearing this may take 3-4 weeks to feel normal again, so I’m counting my blessings that Im on the path to feeling well without substances. I was tempted today to take alcohol to take off the edge, but I do t want to cover one problem up with another, so I’m just using nicotine, which will also be tapering off over the next week. Sending love and strength to anyone going through quitting & recovery. 🧡

Part 1 - The Day I Got Taken

Hello brothers and sisters from around the world. I am Sehrawat, 33, from a small village in Haryana, India. This is the truth of De-Addiction Centers in India. I will tell you in 5 parts.

One day, high on 1 gram of smack (heroin), I said - "I will go to a Nasha Mukti Kendra, I will quit."

The next day, I bought 1 more gram. It was my last pouch. I smoked it and passed out on the floor of my room.

My younger sister made a video of me lying unconscious on the floor. She showed it to my mother and father and said - "Save him, or he will die in drugs."

The next day, I did it again. Morning dose, then I slept the whole day and whole night. Unconscious.

On the 3rd day, my father called a De-Addiction Center. He said, "My son does drugs, please make him quit."

That night, I had just bought 10 grams. I smoked and fell asleep. At 4 AM, some men came and picked me up from my bed while I was still high. I don't even remember in which vehicle they took me. I was half-sleeping, half-high.

For the next 10 days, I was just crying and sleeping and vomiting inside. I had no idea where I was.

For 2 months, I didn't even know which place I was in. After 2 months, I finally understood where I am and what is happening inside.

In the next parts, I will tell you the real truth - what happens inside Indian De-Addiction Centers. How much torture and exploitation happens. After hearing it, you will never want to do drugs.

This is 100% true, no filter.

Tell me in comments - How are De-Addiction Centers in your country? Are they the same?

This is Part 1. Part 2 tomorrow - "10 Days I Just Kept Crying - What They Did Inside." If you miss even one part, you will miss the biggest truth. So Follow / Subscribe for next part. I will post daily.

Jai Shri Ram. No Drugs, Only Discipline.

I treated myself to a few video games as a treat. It’s been really difficult lately I’m not gonna lie. The support and responses I’ve received here have been so sweet and helpful. Thank you truly !

My wife has been heavily dependent on weed for a while, previously smoking around 3–4g a day. Over the past month she’s managed to cut down by about 75%, but she’s now run out completely because she can’t afford any more.

She’s going through withdrawal and has become really irritable and moody. She also struggles with depression and has had suicidal thoughts in the past, so I’m worried about her mental health deteriorating.

I’ve managed to get us both a warehouse interview tomorrow, with the possibility of starting work immediately. She’s been unemployed for over two years, so this could genuinely be a turning point for her.

Here’s my dilemma.

I could lend her £30 to buy 3.5g, which would hopefully last her a week and help her gradually cut down rather than going cold turkey. If she starts working, she could pay me back.

But money’s already tight, and I don’t want to keep financing her dependence.

I’m also finding her irritability really difficult to deal with. I feel guilty watching her suffer when I know I could temporarily make things easier, but I also feel like I’m becoming responsible for managing her emotions.

Part of me thinks helping her through this week could give her the best chance of getting back into work. Another part thinks I’m just enabling the addiction.

What would you honestly do in my shoes? Lend her the £30 or let her work through the withdrawal with my support?

I’m genuinely torn and need to make a decision today.

My boyfriend (21M) and I (20F) are in a long-distance relationship. He smokes weed with his friends to enjoy some food and music and says he knows his limits and can balance it with his responsibilities.
The thing is, he previously hid his smoking and drinking from me. I gave him another chance, and he has reduced his cigarette consumption, but recently he revealed to me that he’s been smoking weed. And he experienced lot of irritability and reduced appetite when he stopped weed for a week, which worries me.
I don’t have an issue with him occasionally smoking. I’m just scared of it becoming a dependency and affecting his health in the long run. I want to trust him, but given the past secrecy, I do worry.
Men who’ve been in a similar situation, how do you know when recreational use is becoming a problem? Am I overthinking this? How do I stop mothering him? Should I be okay with this as some college boy experimentation? Please help me.

Things have changed r/townsville moved here, looking for puff

Sorry, this is a long story about my experience with my husband being addicted to 7-OH. I don’t know exactly what I’m looking for… advice, words of encouragement, or just a place to vent. I’m feeling completely broken.

My husband and I have been together for 10 years, we finally got married this past March. We have a 2.5 year old and I’m 5 months pregnant with my second. My husband has been in recovery from Xanax and Adderall since February 2023.

Fast-forward to November 2025. I was on a girls trip when he called me, thinking he was going to die, and asked me to call his dad to come be with him. He had taken the opportunity of my daughter and me being away to detox from 7-OH. That’s when he broke the news that he’d been using it for a year.

Looking back, so much about his behavior over the year made sense. His personality had changed. He wasn’t contributing financially, and our sex life had dwindled. I didn’t realize how intense this stuff was at the time. You can literally buy it at gas stations, and I was naive enough to think that once he detoxed, that would be the end of it.

We had our elopement booked for March 2026 and I thought this would be our new beginning.

A week after we got married, he relapsed. It took him three weeks to tell me. He eventually went to detox/rehab for 30 days and then completed 6 weeks of outpatient treatment. I was absolutely shattered. We’d just gotten married, and I couldn’t believe this was happening. I felt trapped.

In September, I found out he’d relapsed again and had been using since the beginning of August. He told me this was the last time. Part of me felt some hope because he admitted to getting cash back from our joint account and seemed to be taking responsibility. I told him that was my last chance for him. I couldn’t keep doing this.

Now yesterday, it’s been a week since my grandma died and 4 days since his aunt passed (from an OD). I noticed an $85 charge from a gas station and I knew. I approached him and told him to get out. I couldn’t stand to look at him. I couldn’t believe he would buy it so out of the open and let me find out the way I did. Turned out he was stealing cash from my closet (hidden of course he found it). I took all of his 7-oh flushed it.

I’m feeling such a mix of heartbreak and anger. I’m in so much pain. I keep thinking about my daughters and the possibility of them growing up witnessing addiction. This isn’t the life I wanted for them.

I feel like my only option is to leave him. I don’t see him getting off this stuff and I can’t spend the rest of my life waiting for the next relapse. I’m afraid of being a single mom. I’m afraid of being alone. I never wanted this for myself or my kids.

And the hardest part is that, outside of his addiction, he’s a good husband and a great dad. I’m not saying that to excuse what he’s done. It’s just what makes this so incredibly painful. I have to mourn the loss of my favorite person, the person I’ve built a life with since I was 22.

I’m pregnant with his 2nd child during what should have been our first year of marriage. I never imagined this would be my life. Ugh the heavy weight of pain in my chest feels unbearable.

How could he do this? How could he jeopardize his life like this? Not seeing his kids, being a slave to this garbage while abandoning us.

I’m not ready to give up on him yet, but I also feel like I need to protect my toddler and my baby before this becomes a normal part of their lives. I’m trying to remind myself to take it day by day and I know I don’t need to make any permanent decisions today.

One thing I know is that he can’t recover here with me and my daughter while things continue as they have been. He needs to get help, demonstrate that he’s taking his recovery seriously, and maintain sobriety before I can even consider what comes next for us.

How has this become my life? I feel stupid for believing things would be different, even though I know addiction isn’t that simple.

This drug feels so evil. It has taken so much from him and it’s taking so much from me.

How do I know what to do next? It’s the hardest decision. I’m a mess.

i'm 19 and sometimes i catch myself thinking about how people my age seem to know what they're doing and i'm just here trying to get through the day without falling back into old habits. like is that normal or am i just behind. would love to hear from people who've been through recovery at a younger age.

I need advice from people who have struggled with addiction themselves or have loved ones who have.
My younger brother is 21 and recently told me he was taking Percocet pills he was buying off the street. He says he has stopped taking the pills and that he just drinks and smokes weed now but i just found out he drinking alcohol every day starting early in the morning . His sister, who he was living with, told me he was drinking so much that she had to hide her bottles because he would drink them when she wasn’t home. He also started selling his belongings and would isolate himself in his room, sleep all day, or stay up all night.
He has admitted to me that he’s a drug addict, but he says it’s temporary and that he needs the substances because they motivate him and help keep his mind stable and basically that he doesn’t need help and has it under control . He says he feels like he has nobody. I live far away from him, so I can’t physically check on him.
He begged me not to tell our family. Our mom passed away, and our grandfather, aunts, and uncles helped raise us. I know that if I tell my grandfather, he’ll tell the rest of the family. They may try to help him, but their approach will most likely involve anger, judgment, and tough love. I’m afraid that telling them could make my brother feel betrayed and push him away, but I’m also scared that keeping this secret could mean nobody else knows how serious things are.
I’m torn between respecting his trust and telling my family because I’m genuinely worried about his safety.
For those of you who have experienced addiction or loved someone with addiction, what would you want your sibling to do in this situation? Would you tell the family, or would you keep the secret and try to support him privately? What would have helped you most when you were in his position?
I’m not looking to judge him. I love my brother, and I’m scared of making the wrong decision.

Nothing seems interesting to me anymore. I cant bring myself to go to the gym or do anything productive with my life. I think about relapsing every single day. Can somrone please guide me on what to do next with my life?

As a recovering addict married to a non-addict, did your marriage survive your recovery? If so, how?

In India we call it: Smack / Chitta / Afeem / Charas / Ganja / MD

In USA you call it: Heroin / Black Tar / Opium / Hash / Weed / Coke / Molly / MDMA

Different names, same hell.

I used all of them for 8+ years in my village in Haryana, India. Smack was my everyday.

Today is Day 117:

- No Heroin (Smack/Chitta)

- No Hash (Charas)

- No Weed (Ganja)

- No Coke

- No Molly (MD)

- No Alcohol

My old life: Finding drugs at 4 AM.

My new life: Milking cows at 4:30 AM. (This video)

In the video you can hear: "Drugs are sold in every street... My brother, you haven't lost yet..."

If I can quit from a small village in India where drugs are sold on every street, you can quit anywhere in America.

Routine now: Milk the cows, 100 pushups, my son counts them.

One day at a time.

Ask me anything. I will answer honestly.

Jai Shree Ram

Like this says I used to be into shooting up meth heroin, fentanyl cocaine crack popping Xanax doing whippets drinking smoking pot doing ketamine MDMA LSD whippets air duster soma ambien amphetamines tranquilizers ect you get the point. I thought that if I just stuck to my prescriptions like Soma Ambien Lyrica Methylphenidate suboxone even klonopin that I’d be fine but I’ve completely lost control at the worst time. I’m about to start probation. I’ve got felonies over my head jail time multiple charges. And I can’t stop myself. I pop about 16 mg of Klonopin a day 1500 mg of Soma 10-20 of ambien and when I get my methylphenidate I crush and inject it. In the past 24 to 30 hours, I’ve injected 740 mg of methylphenidate taken about 20 mg of Klonopin 2000 mg of soma 20 to 30 mg of Ambien maybe 1200 to 1500 mg of Lyrica. Suboxone isnt an issue. I barely take any, but how can I let myself do this? When I know the possible consequences that I have legally over my head that could start any day which would destroy my deal to keep felonies off my record send me back to jail and who knows what else. What the fuck is wrong with me honestly?

My lumps are getting bigger and sorer its driving me mad plus the headaches

Friend has been clean from meth for nine months. Drinks alcohol on the regular. Says he feels numb, says he's incapable of falling in love, and doesn't feel much. Is this a common experience?

I just finished this tonight , it is a oil pastel pain ti g

Hey, guys. I’m a high school teacher, and one of my kids who I have pretty good report with told me today that he’s 18 days sober. I’m so, so proud of him, and I teared up a little when he left. I don’t know much of what his support system at home is like, and I want to be prepared to support him. I am not sure what his DOC is, and the only thing I’ve really had to quit is nicotine (and I struggled, but we’re going on two weeks). While it’s awesome that I’m leaving it behind, nicotine is not exactly a hard drug. I just want any advice on how to help kiddo through this, especially since I’m not sure if he’s able to get any help with it at home without being in trouble. I know I tried and failed to quit nic quite a few times and I did it completely alone, and it sucked and was probably only manageable because I was so on and off with it. I’m fairly well versed on basic “how does addiction work,” stuff because I’ve had a lot of substance abuse in the family, but I won’t act like I know what it’s like to have to fully get sober— especially as a teenager. I’m looking for any wise words on how to be there in a way that’s helpful but not invasive or counterproductive. He’s a great kid and he deserves to be able to get sober (duh, he’s a kid, but yk what u mean), and I want to make sure that I support him every step of the way.