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I don’t have problems because I drink. I drink because I have problems.
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Best you combine alcohol with another CNS depressant (although it doesn't guarantee death most likely coma) like ambien (zolpidem) and xanax (alprazolam).
When I was looking for legitimate methods drinking myself to death was my first thought. I already almost died accidently from whiskey. Almost had alcohol poisoning. I thought - well if I take all my meds then chug whisky I'll be finished. Then I started talking to my ex. I quit cold turkey and tried to "better myself". Freaking 2009 was one fuck of a year.
Well when I first tried whisky I almost died. I ended up crawling to my bed. I didn't understand limits in 2009. I was so use to just regular ole beer.
Any pain? Stanhope's mother apparently did some sort of final goodbye party downing Russian drinks of some kind. Anyway. Moving on...thanks for the thread.
I feel you, buddy.
People sometimes tell me that I have a problem with drugs. I have a problem WITHOUT drugs, fuckers.
If I didn't feel like crap 24/7 maybe I could actually focus on being productive (for society's standards at least) and try to fix my life instead of letting it falling apart. Hell, maybe, MAYBE, I wouldn't even need to CTB (at least in the short term, it's probably too late now).
But they always tell you the same crap... you need to do something in your life without drugs, they're the easy way to happiness, you have to find real well-being by making friends, finding a partner, hobbies, setting goals etc.
I like the latter. Those assholes don't even realize that they do whatever they do to make them happy just because their brain keeps them going with dopamine, endogenous opioids and other feel-good chemicals hits in the reward patway.
I can't use drugs to feel happy/decent but at the same time I can't end my life to avoid further meaningless suffering. Are you serious? Go shove a cactus up your arse and STFU. Don't tell me how to live my life you human scum.
Anyway sorry for the rant. Now I'm gonna buy some cheap vodka and get drunk.
Wich is sad, I wouldn't even touch alcohol if I could still get opiates, but whatever...
Any pain? Stanhope's mother apparently did some sort of final goodbye party downing Russian drinks of some kind. Anyway. Moving on...thanks for the thread.
No pain at all. I barley remember crawling to the bed. Then I barley remember eating pizza with my dad and grandma. When I woke up the next morning I felt like everything that happened was a dream. I asked my grandma about what I did that night and she confirmed it. My own dad was just as drunk as I was. That's how I got him to let me have the rest of the Jim Beam.
I felt sort of drunk the next day. My aunt picked me up and brought me home. That was when my good online friend Joe called me. Less than 24 hours before he CTB. I Heard the phone ring but didn't pick it up because I was still recovering. At the time there was only 1 answering machine. The next day I woke up to my the recording. Joe seemed in distrss. He said he really needed to talk to me. I tried calling him with no answer. After a week I looked at the hometown obituary and there he was! Dead. I called his family and they said his partner found him with blood pouring out of his mouth. I never had any idea on what he took. He was 32. RIP!
He had fibromyalgia and was in constant pain. It really broke my heart.
@worldexploder One can only hope he did not suffer, or suffer long. Rip indeed. A friend of mine unrelated to this site, took me by complete surprise when he off'd himself in front of a train, and likewise I only heard about it many days later by chance because a different friend heard it and etc etc.
I felt worse that I didn't even hear about it until days later, rather than hearing about it on the day or day after. They turned his life support off 3-4 days. Didn't kill him instantly I guess, my actual friend I mean. But hopefully he didn't suffer.
I swallowed 4mg of Xanax and snorted 2mg of it. Even the amount of alcohol I am doing now just doesn't cut it anymore. I miss the ole days when I can get drunk off Cooers light.
I would love to have Vodka again. I drank it over the summer. Good shit but I had to sneak it passed my aunt. I like vodka drunk better than beer drunk. Feels more "clean" I'd that makes any sense.
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