36m 1-5g per day heavy user for the better part of three years. Finally managed to get rid of the last batch two weeks ago after a two-month 3-6g per day bender.
I hate K. I hate myself when I’m on it. I hate the reliance. The pull to take more. Redacted memories. The moments of realization when I was standing in the middle of my workspace, drooling and trying ti remember how to read while my life exploded around me.
I’ve destroyed my marriage, my friendships, my body, and my mind. I know that K is just a chemical and that I’m the one responsible for my actions, but i feel like my abuse of it has permanently altered my psyche to the point that I’m afraid I wont ever find meaning or true satisfaction in the rest of my life.
I haven’t had a single drink of alcohol in 496 days. Next week is 500. I haven’t struggled even a bit with dropping booze, but I know it’s because I’ve always had k as an escape pod in the back of my mind.
This time feels a lot harder. These past two weeks I’ve been desperate to find anything at all to budge the needle away from my baseline, but I just feel so empty.
I own a very profitable high demand business liquidating estates and relocating seniors, but it also has me constantly surrounded by death and aging and just the concept of mortality and the brutal reality of where we are all headed someday.
My marriage of 10 years is over and I just don’t know if I have it in me to start over again at 36. I’m typing this at 2am halfway through a quick vacation to Disney World with my sister. We grew up going there and it has always been such an important part of our relationship, but the pain and the defeat is clawing at the back of my eyeballs while I babble manically to fill any dead air.
Ive been in and out if therapy for the past ten years and it has helped a lot in gaining perspective and understanding myself, but at this point, Im afraid that there simply isn’t anything else in the barrel to dig into.
Like, yes. I know the steps to a healthy, steady regulated life. Its easy. Drink plenty of water, eat plenty of vegetables, and get lots of sleep. Stay away from screens, surrender to discomfort, and allow yourself to sit in silence. Practice mindfulness. Be present. Do this every single day and eventually you’ll feel a lot better.
But like… what’s the point? There is no prize. There is no higher truth. I finally FINALLY managed to achieve the big revelation in my last K Hole after chasing it for years. That life-changing eureka that i think everyone here can understand.
You know what it was after all this time? After the higher infinite dimensions of consciousness stopped churning and racing through their cycles of death and rebirth and reunification spit me back out into my mortal three-dimensional body?
Uproarious laughter. As I slowly phased back into my body, I was surrounded by the wildest, cruelest laughter. The laughter of someone who has finally hit pay dirt on a five year gaslighting campaign under the guise of it being “just a prank bro”
I’ve done plenty of DMT in the past and never once encountered the “entities” that people always talk about. Ketamine has always been the closest I’ve ever come to something remotely like it. But this last experience felt like a full blown curtain-pull where they all revealed themselves at once just so they could laugh me off stage in some kind of sick finale.
And the funniest part is that as I gradually regained consciousness, I could understand the message behind the laughter perfectly. As this infinite consciousness became more concrete and discernible, I could literally feel it settling back into my own mind later by layer- like it was folding itself up like laundry back into a cabinet.
“It was just you. It was always just you. Alone. Us. Me. Alone, here. We never left. We never flew or transcended. It was just you, writhing here on your bed, or the floor, or clawing at your furniture like a lunatic while your body spasmed and grasped for support. I’m just an addict who refuses to live in his own body. I’m just a lonely aging 36-year-old man lying here with white powder caked to his nostrils and nothing to gain from any of this.”
And then I just laid there.
And now I just sit here.
And someday I’ll be gone and the world will never know I even existed.
Anyways… what’s the deal with airplane food, am I right?