11 Honest Confessions From Drug Addicts To Mess Up Your Mind!

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An interview reveals that the psychic intervention of drugs in drug addicts lives and their responses. Here are their confessions in their words.


“I thought my room’s curtains were waterfalls.”

'One time we were riding on a motorbike and for some reason, I thought we were in a 50s movie where the bike is stationary and it’s the fake background painting that’s moving.”

“I used to go around ignoring many people thinking they’re a figment of my imagination. Once, my mom was asking me to study when we were on the dining table and I poked her nose while laughing because I thought she wasn’t real.The neurons in my brain were dying, I guess.”

“My dad was a hard duty drinker and  even underwent a couple of surgeries for the problem. I lost him when I was 9. I was going along the same path, and just when my liver was on the verge of giving up, I got out of it.”

“I personally just find drugs enjoyable. ART! As cheesy as it sounds, I like how it feels just looking at paintings or photos and reading poetry all day with tea, that relaxing weightless mood, and getting a popular article or poem. Although, it can get dangerous. One time we got super wasted at a party that I’m certain had I stayed and not begged someone to drive me home, I would’ve been raped or molested. Men will offer you cheap stuff, oh baby let’s smoke this joint together, lucky enough that I’m not as naive as they think I am.”

“Ideas! They drove my mind. During my LSD experience, I was able to see things. It’s like I could control my reality, push it to be whatever I wanted. I could feel my childhood fears, things which didn’t let me be who I was. I could see patterns, artworks depicting an idea. I don’t remember what exactly but they were on the lines of love, rape, etc.”

'My father is an addict since his teenage years. Me, my mother, and my brother have a good time till evenings and the time my father gets back, the house becomes like no one lives here. He finds solace in having fights with us, and even with outsiders, most of the time with those in a lesser authority. He drinks at night but because it’s been so long, he now behaves the same even in the daytime. He is unemployed, keeps shifting his work, and buys whisky from whatever he earns. He has even stolen my mother’s hard-earned money. She has also been the victim of domestic violence. No doubts, he is clearly damaged, but not just him, the whole family suffers this disease. He is the one who consumes it, and then it consumes all three of us. HE HAS NO SHAME. I don’t see that man as a father figure.”

“The thing is that you start being dependent on them. They become a need. They become a part of your body’s functioning. A part of you. And the worst part is that you’re not fighting anyone or anything but your own self. The only way out may be legalizing drugs altogether or at least decriminalizing soft drugs. Giving people treatment and help instead of ostracizing them and putting them in jail.”

“I had a cousin who was a legit meth head and had to go to prison/rehab. He got clean, did well, even became a respected politician. And one of our uncles and his family told him, “you’re nothing but a junkie loser.” And my cousin lost the election that time because of the meanness of our relatives, he even relapsed. So drugs are escapism. Escapism from reality or from being poor or from being depressed. Even from being bored.”

“It was triggered by stress. My mother is/was a normal South East Asian abusive, if you know what I mean. She was a stoner as well, she idolised Madonna and being a rebel. University was stressing me out. My ex-boyfriend and I kept fighting, which was the last straw. Then I got prenant and had it aborted. Honestly, I don’t like to dwell on that part too much. Prefer to pretend it never happened.”

“My friend told me that when I was in LSD’s trip, I wanted to jump from the balcony. I thought the world will end if I didn’t jump.”