Oct 16 2017
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Sometimes drugs are fun. They take you to another place and make you feel things you’ve never experienced. But for every decent experience on drugs, there are a million shitty experiences, and the potential for your life to be ruined forever.
If you’ve done any type of drugs, even if you’re not addicted, there’s no doubt you’ve had a horrible experience. You did something stupid or saw something that still haunts you to this day. Hypothetically, if I had ever done drugs before, I’d say that crying on the subway asking people to me my friend would be one of the lowest points of my life. I SAID HYPOTHETICALLY MOM.
If you need a reason to stop doing drugs, read the following 25 accounts. Drugs either destroyed their lives forever, or they had such a bad experience, that you just take warning.
These 25 people took drugs and destroyed their lives:
Pulled over onto the side of the road to huff some Duster. Passed out and had forgotten to put the car into park. Car then proceeded to roll into a very steep ditch and was stopped by a fence post. Fence post probably saved my life because on the other side was a lake. 2.
I was addicted to cocaine, crank & crystal meth for 23 years. My last bender lasted 3 month went M.I.A. from my family. Probably spent 20k in all. At 1 point I was awake for 9 straight days. Pus coming out of left tear duct & these phenomenally insane hallucinations, visual & auditory. The creepiest hallucination sounded like a choir of children maniacally laughing for 3 straight days. Lost 38 lbs. Went to a rehab & this last rehab everything clicked & my life has been completely different. Sober for 3 years now. Used drugs for almost 30 years overall. I have seen almost every bad thing 1 human can do to another. People murdered (shot,stabbed,beaten), od’s, assaults, brain matter, bone, ruptured eyeball, ear torn off, tip of a nose bitten off..just horrendous shit. Life is good now. I am content and happy. An absolute zero desire to ever use drugs again. 3.
My friend called me to tell me he thought he had a drug problem. We all knew, but I asked him why he came to that realization. It was because he ran out of veins and shot heroin in his penis vein. 4.
I took one tab of acid. Later took sleeping pills to help me sleep & come down. Apparently, sleeping pills mixed with acid is not a great combo. Ended up tripping for 5 full days & was psychotic for most of it. Called my mother & told her every secret I ever had. She & my Dad took me to the hospital, where I begged her to please just let me die so it could be over already. It took 3 people to hold me down to give me geodon. After a few days (of which I was still tripping) I was transferred to a psychiatric hospital. It was the most terrifying experience of my life, & it took months to get back to being relatively normal. I’m still not the same person. Even now, two years later, I have flashbacks where it feels like one long trip that never ended. Honestly I’m tired and I doubt anyone will be interested so I left out most of the details, but it fucking sucked. 5.
Went out & a guy I didn’t know well tagged along. We smoked some pot before we rolled into the club. The place was packed elbow to elbow & we grabbed a free table & ordered beers. The new guy wasn’t with us. Minutes drag by & we don’t see him; I start to worry. After 30 minutes. I get up & walk around looking for him & find him sitting at the end of the crowded bar, alone. I ask him what he’s doing & he looks at me with tears in his eyes & says “I’m dead.” “What?” “I’m dead. I’ve been sitting here for hours & no one will talk to me. I asked the bartender 3 times for a beer & he didn’t even look at me. People can’t see me. Because I’m dead.” “Dude, I can see you, right? We’re talking now, yeah? I don’t think you’re dead. Here, I’ll get you a beer, & then we’ll go back to the table everyone’s at.” I yelled at the bartender & paid for a beer, steered my new buddy back to our table.