So we all experience it. The little cartoon characters standing on each sholder, battling for power over your actions. Ive always known there were two very diffrent powers at work inside me, but its only untill now that i see the true extremes of each side. My current delima is trying to get back to a point where i even have both sides.
My life was spent mostly in florida for the first however many years. Ive always had abit of devil and abit of hippy in me. A personality trait if you will.
After finding psychedelics, i began to lean more towards the positive and content side of my personality. I viewed it as a trait that defind who i was as a person.
But after getting sucked into the local hood drama and shenanagins, i lost touch with my psychedelic side. Forgot about it. Became just your average local marijuana smoking, spraypaint, and pocket knife yeilding hoodlum. I spent some time locked away. And got out with a new understanding of what i wanted to do with my life. I set some goals.
After moving away from florida, and over to the UK to live with the other(better) half of my family, I started striving towards those goals, and even creating new ones. When i achieved everything that i planned while locked away, i was absolutly shocked at how much you can really acheive if you put your mind to it. I decided to go even bigger.
At this point im at a relitivly nutral point in my life. Fairly content, nice, and polite, but still not someone you want to cross. All in all, i was too involved with acheiving my goals to be concerned with anything that was unrelated. I was egar to get back in touch with my psychedelic side, but not really ready to take back on the old way of thought. I think diffrently at this point. Its hard to change that.
I had a fairly enligheting mushroom trip, and it reminded me of the old me if you will. Showed me alot of new features about myself that had sprung up out of seemingly no where. I wanted to change again, but due to some personal reasons, i lost hope. One thing after another, and i still cant let go of my old life in florida( a shitty life in a high crime, low income area). So against my better judgement, i went back. Hoping to aceive my oringanl goals, but in a diffrent setting.
And thats where it goes down hill.
On the way to the airport, every little sign is telling me not to go. Right down to missing the flight and getting a new one.
From the second i stepped off the plane my life went down hill.
I was on the run from the cops within 2 - maybe 3 hours of getting "home". That was quick. Homeless already?
I had some money wich was to invest towards my goals and also live on at the time, but not having a set place to live, i found myself broke and bouncing around from trap houses, to friends houses, party houses, junkie houses, and everything inbetween. I got deeply involved in business with hard drugs( fast money) and gang members( discounts and protection) trying desperatly to gain back the money i lost. But with my new business, came a new lifestyle. I got addicted to the fast life. Strip clubs, nice stuff i really couldnt afford, drugs, sex, and all the drama that comes along with it all.
Needless to say, as almost everyone elses story around here goes, the plot turns violent. Guns get involved, yada yada yada. Before i know it, im rolling around with goons and guns on a daily basis. And you know what? I fucking liked it.
My business relationships with said gang turned south however, and i ended up back at the bottom, struggling for air. All in all i gained respect in my area, but lost some good friends, and more importantly - the child within me( or so i fear).
I had a past history of opiate addiction at a low point in my original florida life, and i went back to it looking to retreat. Giving up.
The result: I feel this deep darkness when i reflect on how much i enjoyed living a life of evil, and when i think back to living a life of good, following as many buddhist prescepts as i could, holding the door open for the little old lady behind me, sending love and kindness towards anyone and everyone i believed needed it, and other things that the good consider "good". I feel almost nothing. A sadness that its gone at the most.
I fear that ive lost myself. And realizing that is so hard. It makes me just want to continue living the life of an addicted pin kushin as i have been. It seems the only escape.
Ive weend off using methadone, and suboxin(sp?) twice now, and everytime i get close to gaining my life back, something catistrophic sets me back to square one and i give up. Ive came much too far to end up right back where i started, and in all honesty, i feel like this is all that ill be dealing with for the rest of my life.
Ive always had this sence of when i was going to die. I couldnt explain it. but i feel that i just know.
Lately.. that feeling has changed, and i feel like i dont have much time left atall. Months at the most.
If i were to die tomorrow, im not sure how ide feel ive lived my life now. And for anyone who knows me personally, im known as the person that regrets nothing and enjoys everything. So for me to be in that mindset. I feel a major change has taken place indeed.
My question to you guys, has anyone else gone through high and low points in their life, and experienced the same feelings? and what tips, if any, could you give me to help find the inner me again? Even while still stuck in this shithole that we call central florida.
I litterally feel that ive lost touch with myself. and youknow what? i really miss me.
-Trick
ps- I usually rely on spell check pretty heavily. This computer is lacking that. Appologies.
My life was spent mostly in florida for the first however many years. Ive always had abit of devil and abit of hippy in me. A personality trait if you will.
After finding psychedelics, i began to lean more towards the positive and content side of my personality. I viewed it as a trait that defind who i was as a person.
But after getting sucked into the local hood drama and shenanagins, i lost touch with my psychedelic side. Forgot about it. Became just your average local marijuana smoking, spraypaint, and pocket knife yeilding hoodlum. I spent some time locked away. And got out with a new understanding of what i wanted to do with my life. I set some goals.
After moving away from florida, and over to the UK to live with the other(better) half of my family, I started striving towards those goals, and even creating new ones. When i achieved everything that i planned while locked away, i was absolutly shocked at how much you can really acheive if you put your mind to it. I decided to go even bigger.
At this point im at a relitivly nutral point in my life. Fairly content, nice, and polite, but still not someone you want to cross. All in all, i was too involved with acheiving my goals to be concerned with anything that was unrelated. I was egar to get back in touch with my psychedelic side, but not really ready to take back on the old way of thought. I think diffrently at this point. Its hard to change that.
I had a fairly enligheting mushroom trip, and it reminded me of the old me if you will. Showed me alot of new features about myself that had sprung up out of seemingly no where. I wanted to change again, but due to some personal reasons, i lost hope. One thing after another, and i still cant let go of my old life in florida( a shitty life in a high crime, low income area). So against my better judgement, i went back. Hoping to aceive my oringanl goals, but in a diffrent setting.
And thats where it goes down hill.
On the way to the airport, every little sign is telling me not to go. Right down to missing the flight and getting a new one.
From the second i stepped off the plane my life went down hill.
I was on the run from the cops within 2 - maybe 3 hours of getting "home". That was quick. Homeless already?
I had some money wich was to invest towards my goals and also live on at the time, but not having a set place to live, i found myself broke and bouncing around from trap houses, to friends houses, party houses, junkie houses, and everything inbetween. I got deeply involved in business with hard drugs( fast money) and gang members( discounts and protection) trying desperatly to gain back the money i lost. But with my new business, came a new lifestyle. I got addicted to the fast life. Strip clubs, nice stuff i really couldnt afford, drugs, sex, and all the drama that comes along with it all.
Needless to say, as almost everyone elses story around here goes, the plot turns violent. Guns get involved, yada yada yada. Before i know it, im rolling around with goons and guns on a daily basis. And you know what? I fucking liked it.
My business relationships with said gang turned south however, and i ended up back at the bottom, struggling for air. All in all i gained respect in my area, but lost some good friends, and more importantly - the child within me( or so i fear).
I had a past history of opiate addiction at a low point in my original florida life, and i went back to it looking to retreat. Giving up.
The result: I feel this deep darkness when i reflect on how much i enjoyed living a life of evil, and when i think back to living a life of good, following as many buddhist prescepts as i could, holding the door open for the little old lady behind me, sending love and kindness towards anyone and everyone i believed needed it, and other things that the good consider "good". I feel almost nothing. A sadness that its gone at the most.
I fear that ive lost myself. And realizing that is so hard. It makes me just want to continue living the life of an addicted pin kushin as i have been. It seems the only escape.
Ive weend off using methadone, and suboxin(sp?) twice now, and everytime i get close to gaining my life back, something catistrophic sets me back to square one and i give up. Ive came much too far to end up right back where i started, and in all honesty, i feel like this is all that ill be dealing with for the rest of my life.
Ive always had this sence of when i was going to die. I couldnt explain it. but i feel that i just know.
Lately.. that feeling has changed, and i feel like i dont have much time left atall. Months at the most.
If i were to die tomorrow, im not sure how ide feel ive lived my life now. And for anyone who knows me personally, im known as the person that regrets nothing and enjoys everything. So for me to be in that mindset. I feel a major change has taken place indeed.
My question to you guys, has anyone else gone through high and low points in their life, and experienced the same feelings? and what tips, if any, could you give me to help find the inner me again? Even while still stuck in this shithole that we call central florida.
I litterally feel that ive lost touch with myself. and youknow what? i really miss me.

-Trick
ps- I usually rely on spell check pretty heavily. This computer is lacking that. Appologies.