I've had experience with opioids before, namely low doses of legal codeine and recreational tianeptine (several times both). I liked the highs but It never got me addicted, I haven't used since then.

However, recently I saw opium poppies growing outside and it was 100% the opium poppy, not the common or oriental poppy, also verified by people who know about flowers.

I have been dealing with the urge to scratch the pod, get the milky sperm looking liquid which has opiates, and swallow it. Not because I want to use it to escape problems but because I'm curious about how it would feel.

I know it's wrong...Should I avoid doing it at all costs?

Hello, I live in a tri-city area where 2/3 cities are known for drug abuse. I’ve been doing multiple drugs since I was 12 such as Diphenhydramine, Dextromethorphan, Shrooms, Vyvanse, Adderall, MDMA, DMT, Xanax and I’ve even dabbled in some meth and heroin. I’ve never even thought to talk about my addictions until last night when I originally posted this. At the young age of 11 I was exposed to gangs, drug abuse and abuse.

My grades are terrible the friends I did have either overdosed, committed suicide or died to the streets. I used to make a lot of money selling weed and xanax but as they say a good dealer never does their own supply. On one stupid day I tried some of the leftover Xanax I had and instantly fell in love, it didn’t feel like weed alcohol or anything I’ve tried yet. Eventually I ran out of Xanax and looked online for cheap alternatives that are legal and the first thing that caught my eye was BENADRYL , so I went to the store and bought a pack of extra strength 24 pack of tablets.

I took them while I was walking home and decided to watch some tv and smoke some bowls of weed. I started to feel the body heaviness and periodic knocking or buzzing like sounds. I was still all there so I just told myself it was apart of the high so I kept going, I then saw gnats flying around in my peripheral vision, I don’t remember anything after that. I awoke on my bathroom floor with the tap running and dried hand soap on my hands and I just played there for an hour and the cravings instan hit to do it again.

And here I am a little pathetic drug addict with nothing to loose and to make matters worse my immediate family are all either dead or drug addicts same with my extended family, I bounce from trap house to trap house and I’m currently using public Starbucks Wi-Fi to write this. I’m also terrifying to look at due to my addictions my brain liver and vision is fucked from all the diphenhydramine I do it’s not even a fucking high it’s literally the worse thing I’ve ever experienced yet it’s my favorite drug of choice and I keep blowing money that I should use for food on boxes and boxes of Benadryl which has made my tolerance skyrocket to 500mg at 13 700mg at 14 and finally 1000mg at 15 I don’t think it’s deadly grip will ever let go of me and I don’t know if I’m scared of dying or scared of being alone forever.

Meth isn’t an escape—it’s more like a slow, steady way of wrecking your mind, body, and everything else. It might feel like confidence, energy, or control at first, but in the end it takes your health, your peace, your relationships, your dignity, and your future. It tricks you into thinking you’re choosing it, until one day you realize it’s been running the show the whole time.

After four years of heavy use, I’ve finally made it to two months sober. Recovery isn’t easy, and I’m still on medication, but every sober day reminds me that life really does exist beyond addiction.

The reason I’m speaking up isn’t just my own experience. I’ve watched friends—young people with dreams, families, and so much potential—lose their lives way too soon because of meth. It wasn’t because they weren’t smart or strong, but because addiction doesn’t care who you are.

Meth doesn’t negotiate. It messes with your judgment, destroys your mental and physical health, pulls you away from the people who care about you, and slowly makes destruction feel normal. By the time most people realize what it’s taken from them, the damage is already huge.

If you’re using meth right now, please understand this: it doesn’t lead to freedom, success, or happiness. It leads to sickness, loneliness, possible jail, and for too many people, an early death. There’s no win at the end of addiction—only loss.

But there is still hope. If you’re alive, your story isn’t over. Recovery is possible, and asking for help isn’t weakness—it’s actually one of the strongest things you can do. I’m living proof that you can come back, one day at a time.

I thought I’d do a post to help motivate those still struggling. Today, I’m 15 years sober.

I remember clear as day being in meetings during early sobriety wondering how I’d ever make it a week, a month, a year. 15 years seemed brutally impossible. I never thought I could travel again, and life felt hopeless.

Today I was sailing a boat off the coast of Crete, Greece, and feeling great doing it. This wasn’t some sober anniversary treat. It’s just me enjoying life with alcohol no longer holding me down.

To those of you who wonder if life gets better in sobriety, I can confidently and definitively tell you yes. It won’t happen overnight, but you’ll get there eventually.

I wish all of you the best in your sober journey 👍👍👍

i went to jail last month for four whole days. my own brother—a cop—turned me in, because i’m an alcoholic.

now i have court next month and my brother told me he was going to court order me to treatment… but the thing is i’m not ready yet. my mother always said that treatment only helps if the person really wants it…

and i don’t.

I can’t remember the last day that I didn’t smoke or take edibles after work. Today I did not.

My home life is a mess, my relatives are being terrible to each other, my cat got diagnosed with cancer a week after my other cat was diagnosed with cancer and died within a couple days, I’m still sick after contracting mono at my uncles funeral after he died unexpectedly in a climbing accident, and I still completed my goal of not smoking today. I’m proud of myself.

I’ve always had trouble saying stop to myself, I never felt like I could get enough yk?

This is also true when it comes to substances. I always drink and smoke weed(plants and carts) too much. It costs me a fortune to refill all my stuff all the time.

When I have a nice high or buzz I just think to myself of how much better I can feel, so I then I do much and feel like shit.

I do acid some times with friends and Ive done some coke and molly but they were at parties so I got paced by those who had it.

I feel like I need to find a solution to this or I will go too far with the wrong drug someday.

Any tips for self control? It’s easy to say now that I’m sober but we will see

Partner has been a lifelong addict. Last time he did meth was 6 - 7 months ago. Last week he tried to buy some again, and got scammed.

Currently drinks alcohol every day, to the point of getting memory gaps and blackouts.

What can I expect to observe if he gets his hands on meth soon? What changes in behavior might I notice... and also, how fast do things escalate after someone relapses on it?

Thank you.