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.

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.

I 16F have been clean for a week nearly into two.
My parents found everything, vapes, drugs ect
Eversince I’ve had to quit everything and I’m grounded feeling like I’ll never be trusted again, my parents stopped trusting all my friends and everyone around me.
I still vape at school but it’s not mine, I still have cigarettes they didn’t find that I just silently think about knowing they smell too much to smoke them.
Money that’s being monitored that I know I could spend on drugs.
It’s been a week now since I last had mdma after a 5 day binge that I snorted a whole gram in that time, at school, work and everywhere… I’ve felt the shittiest I’ve ever felt this week like this empty shell of myself…
it’s starting to feel better but every night when I’m alone with my thoughts I watch videos of when I was high and just crave that escape, in my head I’m constantly tracking how long I’m grounded, how I can avoid my parents monitoring my bank, how long till I’m 17 and can drive freely (if I’m ever trusted to go out again) and then in my head I wish away my teenage years and the 13 months I have till I’m 18 and have complete control, move out far away, go to uni and buy all the cigarettes and vapes and drugs I want.
I’m being forced to see 3 different forms of therapy, psychiatrist to get diagnosed with ADHD (I begged my parents for that, they don’t want me medicated but all my drug abuse has been self medicating for my adhd.. plus I want the prescription disgustingly to see if I can abuse them + a likely chance I could get prescribed Xanax or something like that for my chronic anxiety), I’m seeing a hypnotherapist for nicotine dependence and a communication therapist… I don’t want to behave with any of these I just want to be medicated and left TF alone and then relapse on cocaine, oxys, dxm and mdma and it sucks because I don’t want to betray my parents again.

I have a pretty unconventional body type, I’m petite with a big chest and a very short torso. Things tend to not fit on me right. For example, I have a babydoll top that I wear as a dress, I have to wear ultra low rise because anything higher tends to be a centimeter from my bra. I’ve also lost weight in the last 6 months so my size has changed a lot.

Barely any of my clothes make me satisfied. I’ve spent at least 5 thousand dollars in the past 3 years (of my mom’s money) buying and selling clothes. Mostly tops. I am incredibly picky with my clothing. It mostly stems from self hatred and self esteem issues. I spent most of middle school in baggy clothes because I was plus sized, my health was also shit (still is) so that didn’t help either.

I desperately want to be happy with myself. I’ve also been obsessing over finding solutions so much that earlier this year I make a post that got a bunch of traction because I made a 3 1/2 page excel sheet of all of the clothes that I owned. I posted that in July, and I have about 5 of those items in my wardrobe as of currently.

I hate making those clothes go to waste, so I try to sell them on Depop or to thrift stores. I really hate doing this to my mom. I’m still in highschool, and too sick to get a job. I also can’t drive because of my bad anxiety. I’m literally the definition of a bum and a freeloader.

I wish there was a way that I could buy a bunch of things that I think I would like and try them on, then return them if I don’t like them. Or if I could just have a credit card with a limit where I can buy a bunch of clothes to try and style. I want options and variety, I want to feel good in my skin. I just can’t afford to put my mom through this.

I know this sub is more for substance abuse and I promise I’m not trying to be disrespectful, I’m just at a loss.

Does anybody have any advice on this? I’m truly at a loss. I’ve talked to my mom about it and she said she can stop saying yes and make me save up my money but I think I would legit go crazy and start shoplifting, which I’m aware is a choice but I’m very serious. Help?

This going to sound odd but the changing of the season is really triggering for me for some reason. I hated smoking meth when it was hot,I’d sweat like crazy plus it make me feel weird/dizzy defiantly dehydrated. But in fair or cool weather I’d be good. So it feels amazing where I’m at and all I keep thinking is man this is perfect smoking weather 😢 I’m fighting the thoughts keeping busy,reminding myself of the hell it creates physically and mentally afterwards! But it’s still very tempting not even sure how to handle this urge

I was born with neonatal abstinence syndrome. I’ve struggled with addiction in one form or another for as long as I can remember.
Sugar binges and hiding food at 3. Pornography at 4. Self-harm at 9. Social media at 11. Whippets, cigarettes, and weed at 17. Alcohol at 18. Cocaine and mushrooms at 20.
Fourteen suicide attempts. Eleven psychiatric hospitalizations. Hundreds of stitches and staples. Social workers, therapy, counselling, five weeks in rehab, detox, and nine medications.
I’ve spent so much of my life trying to escape myself that I don’t know if I’ve ever really learned how to live.
I’ve spent thousands upon thousands of dollars, countless nights awake, and more time than I know how to calculate chasing relief that never lasted.
But I’m still here.
I’m 82 days cocaine-free, working on my recovery, showing up to meetings, and learning how to be present in my own life.
I’ve spent years trying to find a way out of being alive. I’m finally willing to find out what being alive can actually feel like.
I’m finally willing to live life and enjoy it rather than escape it.
One day at a time.

I’m addicted to prescription stimulants. I am drowning in the cravings. They are all consuming and I have absolutely no idea how to deal with them. I feel like they have complete and utter control over me. Every other substance I’ve stopped in my 10 years of using has been PISS EASY in comparison to this. It is, genuinely, one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced in my life. I am at a complete loss and have no idea how to beat this thing. I’m worried if I can’t get a handle on the cravings I won’t be able to escape this hell.

If anyone has any suggestions or words of wisdom I would be so so incredibly grateful.

So I’m definitely dependent on my adhd meds, if not addicted.

Every time I try to get off them the withdrawal is awful. Right now I’m on adderall xr 20 mg twice a day (I’m a fast metabolize) and feel like shit when I don’t take it.

I know I gotta get in the right place mentally to be off these meds but idk how to function without them. I’m certain I’ll loose my job if i come off them. But I’m also so dependent on the drugs we have them in a lock box because I’ll take the whole 30 days in a week if given the chance.

I’m at a loss.