Monthly Archives: September 2008
My friend has a heroin addiction, and occasionally does cocaine. I have been reading up a lot on nature cures, herbal remedies, homeopathy. I was wondering if anyone new of any natural cures to help addicts overcome their addiction. It would be greatly appreciated!
The Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA), Center for Mental Health Services (CMHS) is accepting applications for fiscal year (FY) 2009 for Campus Suicide Prevention Grants. The purpose of this program is to facilitate a comprehensive approach to preventing suicide in institutions of higher education.
Date Added: 09/30/08
hello i am currently 6 months pregnant and I am addicted to cocaine If I stop doing it now will my baby have birth defects? or will they take away my baby? and will he test positive when at birth? I don’t consume a-lot or often probably 1 every 2 weeks but I love my babies so much that i want to stop but the addiction is so powerful I haven’t told nobody about this not even mu husband now is so embarrassing but i admit that I have a problem I need help well at least in this case I need answers
i have to write a speech about cocaine, but i need help coming up with a thesis statement! the speech is an informative speech and it cannot be too general. i was thinking about writing about how cocaine addiction is contagious (meaning it affects everyone in the family) but idk…. any ideas would be greatly appreciated! thank you!
Prior animal research showed an association between the neuropeptide Y (NPY) pathway and its three receptor genes and alcohol dependence, alcohol withdrawal and cocaine use. New human findings link two NPY receptor genes, NPY2R and NPY5R, with a more severe form of AD, and cocaine dependence. Continue reading
All of your life, you’ve been lied to. You’ve been told what life is supposed to be about. Grow up, do well in school, make friends, get a girlfriend or boyfriend, get a good job, get married, get a nice house and have kids. Watch tv, go to church, vote, find some hobbies to entertain you. Donate money to charity. Go on vacation. Get old, retire, spend time with the grandkids. Look back on your life with nostalgia, look forward to the afterlife of your choosing.This is what you’re supposed to do, this is what normal people do. This is what everyone else is doing. Oh sure, there are a few aberrations here and there, sometimes some people slip off this track, but you can get back on at any time. Of course, when you actually look at the world around you, you may see something entirely different. See that young married couple living next door, with the wife gardening in the front yard while the kids play out back? She’s snowed under with Xanax all the time, without which she’d be in a continuous state of anxiety. And her 6 year old son, he’s following in mom’s footsteps already, taking his daily dose of Ritalin to keep him tranquil enough to sit still all day at school.She stopped sleeping with her husband several years ago, but that’s ok, cause he sneaks off a couple times a week and has sex with street prostitutes in the back seat of his car, or a nearby motel. He feels a bit bad for them, and tips them extra.His favorite prostitute is always glad to see him, because he’s pleasant enough and an easy $75. Too bad they can’t all be like him. She gets beaten up and raped by johns multiple times a year, but that’s ok, she can handle it, cause even at its worst this job is still better than what she went through as a child. Besides, there’s no other way she could support her crack cocaine habit. And the cop who tries to arrest her, last night he arrested the neighborhood marijuana dealer, then went home and got nice and legally drunk on jack daniels. And the cop’s daughter, the pretty high school cheerleader, sneaks off and vomits after every meal so she won’t get fat.But these are all small scale problems. Don’t forget that, several times a century, often enough to happen at least once during the average human lifetime, all the most powerful nations of the world divide up into sides and begin slaughtering anyone they can find on the opposing side by the millions. This is agreed by all to be unfortunate but necessary.And the city you live in, if you’re in a western country and living in a city, has already been targetted by some country’s nuclear weaponry. A few pushes of the right buttons, and you’ll be vaporized, or survive and live in some radioactive wasteland. But that’s ok, because it probably won’t happen in the immediate future, so you might as well go out and buy the week’s groceries. Beneath the thin veneer of civilization lies a howling madness, and the average normal human being has the ability to commit genocide during the day, then come home and tuck the kids in at night, or to ignore the pain of a billion people in misery while mowing the lawn or doing christmas shopping. The Big Lie is that all of the problems of human life are separate. If you compartmentalize them all, you can convince yourself that once you lose that 40 pounds, or get more money, or get your husband to stop beating you, or finally kick that addiction, you’ll be a normal happy person like everyone else. And once you get the right politician elected, or win the war, or convert the infidels to your religion, the world will be a happy place.The problems of life are all symptoms of the same cause. The locks on your doors which you need to keep out burglars, the schoolyard bully, the serial killer, the drug addict, the drug dealer, the billionaire who thinks he’s being exploited by the poor, the millions of soldiers fighting for peace, the enslavement or slaughter of entire races of people, and your own unhappiness, all are interconnected. They are all part of one problem. I wish I could define the problem for you, or offer a solution. Human beings seem to have a basic design flaw. We’re a fucked up species, striving to be healthy and happy while simultaneously destroying ourselves and each other in a million different ways. The only positive note I can end this on is that it’s better to understand all this than to be
ignorant of it, I think.
My real question is why we abide a lie in lame secret instead of being open and accepting of it?
For the last 8 months, I’ve been abusing a drug; sleeping pills. The very first time I took any was like sometime early last year, like maybe in January of 2007 or something. I was sick and hadn’t been sleeping well, so my boyfriend’s mom (we live with his parents) gave me two sleeping pills. I was nervous about using them at first, but then like around an hour after taking them, I felt giddy, and dizzy, and drowsy, and I liked it. I know I shouldn’t have but I liked the way I felt. I had to use the bathroom, but wasn’t able to walk very well, so my boyfriend had to pretty much carry me to the bathroom because I almost fell over a bunch of times. Then when we got back to our room, I laid down and was watching an old rerun of America’s Funniest Home Videos, and I just felt really happy, and fell asleep pretty quickly. That was the last time I’d used them until last summer. In September, I had to move to my own apartment for a job, and my boyfriend moved to Idaho for a few months for a personal thing. I figured that, since I was so used to having him be there with me in bed, I’d probably need some extra help for sleeping, so I bought myself a bottle of Kroger sleeping pills, the ones you can buy at Fred Meyer, and have 100 pills a bottle for about $7. Anyway, I took two every night; I’m not sure if I did it because I was seriously worried about not being able to fall asleep, or if I did it because I wanted to feel that “high” again. That’s what it turned into, though, only taking it because I was craving that high, that dizzy feeling that for some weird reason made me feel happy. With having my boyfriend live in another state, it was really hard not to feel depressed. Usually, when I took the 2 pills at night, I’d start to feel the “high” within like 40 minutes after taking them. I started taking like 4 a night, and would memorize or write down what time I took them, that way I’d be able to figure out the precise time that I’d start to feel it; usually started feeling it after 40 minutes, like I said, and back then, it lasted for like 4 hours or so. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line, I started seriously abusing them. I was growing increasingly depressed, because it was around New Years, and my boyfriend was still in Idaho, and he didn’t know when he’d be coming back. Since I was feeling really depressed, I didn’t really want to do anything, much less go to work at Carls Jr, where I was a cashier and usually worked about 5 or so hours a day, maybe 3 or 4 days a week. Since I couldn’t just quit my job, I continued to go, eventually deciding to take like four sleeping pills about 20 minutes before I had to be at work, that way I’d be working by the time it hit me, and I could probably remain being in a good mood because of the pills, and therefore would enjoy the day and it’d go by fast. Well, taking them before work, that meant that I took some at night, after work. I think I was probably taking up to 10 or so a day, not all at once though. And I sometimes took a few sleeping pills with a few benadryls, since I got a different sort of high when I did that. My boyfriend moved back in about mid January, and we lived at the apartment until March, when we just couldn’t afford to live there anymore. So we had no choice but to move back here (please don’t make any comments about us living with his parents and not having jobs, I’m sick of asking for advice about something and when people hear that we live with them, they just focus on that). I’m guessing that it was around April when I started taking a seriously large amount, because the small dosages didn’t do anything to me anymore, because I was used to it. I was probably taking about 30 a day, sporadically during the day, but usually taking at least 5 at once. You’re probably wondering how the hell I can afford to take all these pills. Well, I’m sure you’ve guessed that I steal them, because I don’t have money and this stupid addiction has taken over my life and I don’t even want to take these pills anymore, but I continue doing so because I’m afraid that I’ll be majorly depressed if I don’t take them, that I won’t ever be happy. Sometimes I wonder why I find the effect that I get from the pills makes me happy. Lately I’ve been questioning myself quite a bit, yet I still take tons. And in like the last month in a half, I’ve probably upped the number to like 30 to 40 a day. Maybe, I’m not sure. But I steal two bottles like every week. I’ve avoided getting help because I don’t want to admit that I’ve stolen probably $500 or so worth of pills. I don’t want to admit that I’ve even taken that many. I’m afraid to talk to someone about this.
If I talk to a doctor about this, any kind of doctor, will I get in trouble because of the drugs I’ve stolen? Even though they’re just sleeping pills, I feel like I’m a cocaine addict or something, with the way I’ve been acting about everything. So could I get in trouble? If so, what would happen? Can I see a therapist/docto
I have a friend who’s only 14 years old and shes already addicted to Meth, Cocaine, Oxycontin, and X among other things. I met her in August but we hit it off immediately and I feel as if we’ve been friends forever. I’m really starting to care about her but she is always depressed at school because of her addiction and sometimes because she takes downers in the morning. Since my friend started using drugs (when she was 11) her mom started drinking and being crazy strict. She once told me she had sex with some boy to get Meth I have never met a person who’s as caring and overall as beatiful as her so her situation makes me depressed and sad. Her parents made her go to rehab several times but nothing has helped. I feel that I can help her, I just don’t know how.