I never thought it would happen to me. I never wanted to ever touch the stuff but when a close friend I trusted with my life introduced me to crack cocaine he said it wasn't as bad as i thought. The fuck it isn't. Ive been hiding this addiction for 3 years now and I just know my life is so close to crashing down into nothing because I cant stop using this nigger drug. Ive always said it was for niggers and I admit im basically a nigger now. Any advice on how I stop smoking this shit between all the deserved insults would be appreciated. I need to get a grip and I can't believe ive managed to hold my life together this long.. but I can feel the rocky bottom fast approaching and im desperate to stop. This is absolutely a cry for help.
You might enjoy Mike Lindell’s book What Are the Odds? I listened to it on Audible a couple years back late one night while building a bed frame. He talks about he used to drink and just do coke like a normal person but eventually him and all his buddies started smoking crack.
Not saying it’s a textbook on how to quit, but it could help motivate you and let you know that you don’t suffer alone.
For your sake, I hope you keep fentanyl test strips. These days, I wouldn’t touch any street drug. Friends cousin died from fentanyl. He was a decent man and they found him with two spent injections of narcan. Heroin addict.
Trope 0 points 14 hours ago
You might enjoy Mike Lindell’s book What Are the Odds? I listened to it on Audible a couple years back late one night while building a bed frame. He talks about he used to drink and just do coke like a normal person but eventually him and all his buddies started smoking crack.
Not saying it’s a textbook on how to quit, but it could help motivate you and let you know that you don’t suffer alone.
For your sake, I hope you keep fentanyl test strips. These days, I wouldn’t touch any street drug. Friends cousin died from fentanyl. He was a decent man and they found him with two spent injections of narcan. Heroin addict.