Alcoholism And Drug Abuse – Ecstasy and Other Drugs

So far, as part of the Alcoholism and Drug Abuse piece, I have written about my experience with alcoholismalcohol and cannabis. In this 4th and final part of this section, I take a look at some of the darkest times in my life. Put in black and white, it is staggering to see how easy it is to go down a road you never imagined you would go down. Maybe my naivety and unpreparedness for things like this out in the world, led me to be blindsided and less averse to being influenced so easily. Maybe I was just lost and unhappy. One thing I do know. This is the hardest article I’ve ever had to write.

Drug Abuse – ECSTASY And Other Drugs

In part 3 I told you about Lee*, the tall, dark, handsome, older guy I never thought would take an interest in an awkward 19-year-old loser. But he did, and in the summer of 2005, a year after we met, we started seeing each other. It was a short but incredibly intense 3 months long relationship. He moved me into his annex and spoke of engagement rings and our future. We had the kind of love affair you associate with Hollywood movies; big breakups, dramatic makeups. I was hooked on the sheer adrenaline and devastation that only young infatuation can bring. No one told me it could feel like this, so all-consuming. But his problem with cannabis was only the tip of the iceberg.

When he ended it, I thought someone had reached into my body and ripped out my heart. I didn’t know how I was going to carry on living! It was the first and only time my heart has been truly broken. The pain was so intense, I fantasised about jumping in front of cars. Not because I wanted to die, but because I just wanted to make it stop. Nothing mattered anymore.

I didn’t know that at some point, I would get over it.

One evening a few months later, at a friend’s house party, a guy I had never met was showing me some music he had in his room. When he took out and offered me cocaine and MDMA, it wasn’t as shocking to me as it would have been a year earlier. I had seen Lee use these drugs when we were together, and the numbness that came along with the heart-break made everything seem surreal.

Drunk and feeling like there was nothing left to live for (oh the drama of young love!), I took both and welcomed the relief with open arms. For the first time in months, I felt ‘happy’. But as it started to become clear that I had entered a trap, I swiftly removed myself from the room and asked my friends to keep an eye on me. The paranoia set in and I felt lucky to be in the company of people I trusted.

I never felt more vulnerable in my entire life.

A few weeks later, another guy, another room. This time cocaine. I never realised how rife drugs were. How easy they were to get a hold of. I had no interest in seeing anyone, and again removed myself from the situation quickly after taking the drug. No one warned me of the dangers of drinking heavily and taking drugs. That they shouldn’t be taken together. Having drunk a lot of wine, the trip was incredibly disturbing. I never touched cocaine again after that.

Then something clicked inside me. I was still a long way from becoming mentally stable, but I knew drugs weren’t the answer. For nearly two years I didn’t touch anything. A lot happened in those two years, including my overdose, another failed relationship and other things I will go into later. My relationship with alcohol was still unhealthy and many nights remain a complete blank to me.

Then I met Michael*, another cannabis user. But he loved me so much, I started to feel like worthwhile person again. Two broken people, we thought we could build each other up.

Apart from cannabis, Michael was also into ecstasy. Not in the ‘regular using’ kind of way, but in the dance music clubbing kind of way. During our relationship, there were a handful of times we would take pills, and only ever at festivals or dance clubs.

But after my father died suddenly in 2007, I felt like the world could do with me as its wished. It didn’t really matter if I ruined myself.

Drinking and taking ecstasy would sometimes result in a mess of alcohol and drug fuelled arguments. I recoil at the memories of us fighting out in public on nights out, unable to control ourselves. This didn’t happen all the time of course. I loved the way taking ecstasy was like being drunk without losing control (when not durnk), with boundless energy. I loved the feeling of freedom. But as I watched 40 year old men going crazy on the middle of the dance floor alone, I knew that I didn’t want this to be my life.

I told myself that I was just enjoying my youth. In truth, I still hadn’t found the value of living a full, happy life without being drunk or high. I was still trying to avoid coming face to face with myself and I convinced myself that occasional drug use was ok. The fact it was illegal didn’t even come into the equation because I barely met a person who didn’t dabble in something. And these were smart, professional people with jobs and a good education. But looking back, very few people did drugs purely out of a way to enjoy themselves. Most were broken in some way, looking for a relief from the daily struggle of their lives.

As our relationship became more about smoking weed, my mental health started to deteriorate even more and I decided I had to get away from it. And so in 2009 Michael and I decided to break-up. I went to work at a dance festival, took pills together with plenty of red bull and had the worst experience of my life. I sat in a portaloo for hours, paranoid and scared. I thought I was going to die, to the point I was coming up with ways of getting messages to my family after I’d died.

This was taken just before I hid in the portaloo, paranoid and alone.

To everyone else I looked like a happy, sociable, attractive young girl. What happened after this photo was taken, still haunts me.

The worst thing about being on a bad trip, is that when you’ve taken drug, everything is heightened- unlike with alcohol where you’re unaware of what is going on – which might sound like you have control, but you don’t. You become trapped in your own body.

I got hold of Michael, too ashamed to call anyone else, and a few hours later he and his dad came and got me! To this day I think his parents think I had a serious drug problem and that I led their son down a bad path. I absolutely am the only one responsible for the things I did. I was weak, lost and unhappy. But I wasn’t a bad person.

We got back together after that. We did ecstasy one more time, and then I decided once and for all I wanted nothing more to do with any drugs ever again. I was 24 and ready to start the rest of my life in a clean way. I would come to realise later that Michael wasn’t ready to do the same.

It would be a few more years before my relationship with alcohol would reach the same maturity. It took a long time for me to nurture the most important relationship in my life: the one with myself. Once I fell in love with who I was, I no longer felt the need to escape, be it through alcohol or anything else.

I know there might be many reading this thinking ‘you were young, so what’s the harm,’ or that those experiences aren’t a big deal. But life is too short to waste on being wasted. Every minute is precious because we don’t know when we will take our last breath. There are so many beautiful and incredible things in life to experience, why would you want to blur them?

I am lucky that I did not become addicted to any substances I took. I’m not t-total. I enjoy drinking and occasionally going out. But now it is an extension of my existing contentment and joy of being alive.

It’s an enhancement instead of an escape.

*Real names not used

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19 thoughts on “Alcoholism And Drug Abuse – Ecstasy and Other Drugs

  1. Bloody hell!! I was there, sort of, all the time and my daughter who never lies to me lied to me. Lying by omission is still lying. And I feel terrible because I wasn’t able to help and stop her, that she felt she had to lie despite all the information on what drugs do I’d given her. I am certainly not – not ever – going to say “you were young, so what’s the harm”. Why? Because she could have died during any of these nightmare scenarios (she DID tell me about the one when she took cocaine and it scared me silly even in retrospect), she could have been raped, got hooked on the hard stuff for life and ended up as a prostitute junkie down some hole in London. It happens every day and not just to council house losers. People keep saying drugs are OK if you stay in control, but of course they don’t – stay in control! If they wanted to stay in control they wouldn’t take drugs in the first place!

    Thank God nothing worse did happen to Dani and what happened was terrible enough. As I have said before I’m so terrified of drugs (ending up getting 5 quid for a blow job in some back alley) that I’ve never even smoked a normal cigarette, never mind cannabis and I never would have taken an illegal drug in my life, as I was and am scared to death of what it would do to me – of losing control. I feel awful that I wasn’t there to protect her and stop her doing drugs and I am deeply grateful that, like me, she doesn’t have an addictive personality or organism, and came out the other side able to tell everyone here that the drugs don’t work – and with the honesty you all rightly admire. They don’t make life better, they don’t solve your problems, they make them worse and in the end you have wasted hours, days, months, years of your life, many of which you probably can’t even recall. I wouldn’t do it even do it when life was so unbearable that I wanted to die.

    I myself h ME and am on very heavy prescription drugs which would make other people feel high or spaced out for a week, or happy or sad or paranoid, and I’m extremely lucky as they don’t have that effect on me and propel me into a state of euphoria so I don’t misuse them – or use them at all when I’m not in (physical) pain. They don’t do anything for any mental pain I may have and that’s not why I’ve been prescribed them. But I hope that everyone who reads Dani’s blog will get the message: drugs and alcohol make everything you are trying to escape from ten times worse in the long run.

    So guys and girls read and internalise Dani’s honest and frank description of her experiences with drugs and drink and don’t go down that same road. It isn’t cool, and just because so many people do it, especially celebrities, it doesn’t mean it’s clever or harmless and part of being young and adventurous or in with the IT crowd. It is quite simply THE most moronic thing a person could possibly do to her- or himself and if you weren’t thick as two short planks when you started taking drugs, you certainly will have a lot of empty spaces where everybody else has a brain further down the road! Might as well throw yourselves in front of the London Birmingham Express. Life can be terrible and the pressure people are under in these supposedly so wonderful times is insane – but drugs aren’t the answer.

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  3. I am enjoying reading your very honest blogs Dani! I might not be commenting but I am reading and enjoying 😀 I sense a transition and journey occurring within you… Hope you’re enjoying the lovely sunshine that we are having at the moment xx

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    • Hi Michelle and Happy Friday! Thank you so much for taking the time to read my blog, I feel so honoured when people take time out of their day to read my story. Yes I absolutely feel like I’m going through a transition! And as all transitions, there’s some extreme highs and lows, but ultimately it’s worth it, like a caterpillar becoming a butterfly in a way! Hope you are having a wonderful day 😀 xx

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  4. Thanks for sharing this, Dani. It takes great courage to be so open.
    After I had read Your Soul’s Plan by Robert Schwartz, I have learned that some of these addiction years are planned before birth . With the purpose that we remember our true being. Teaching by contrast is a classic method of Spirit in the classroom of life on Earth. Therefore, there is nothing to be ashamed of .
    Rather, it is ‘mission accomplished’.
    Congratulations!

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  5. Looking back at the past is not always an easy task especially when you’ve been through times you’re not particularly proud of but I find writing can be so therapeutic. Your story hit home because I struggled with alcohol in the past but I find one of the best part of looking back is feeling grateful about moving away from addiction and heading down a more positive path. Thanks for sharing your story!

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  6. thank you for the baring of your soul, although days are not forgotten where we skated on the dangerous side of life we emerge into the light stronger and wiser, the mind works freely from chemical influences, and life will reward you for the openness of your accounts, survivors forever

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  7. the honesty of your blogs is a revelation Dani, although when you come out the other side of drug addiction the experiences seem dark, i believe they are also learning curves and maketh what we are today, wiser and beautiful for surviving the long windin roads that drugs create but now our smiles are not superficial or chemical creations, and for that i shall always battle with my want for all things mind altering to numb the pain of this world, peace n love to you

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    • Thank you so much for your comment. The mind is so infinitely powerful, drugs definitely help to unlock its power at times, but at a high cost to our mental health long term. Learning to unlock the power all by itself is the ultimate high 🙂 x

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    • In a way, yes. Also very hard because I am such a different person now, or more accurately put, I’m finally who I always should have been if that makes sense? But I try not to regret anything because it all makes us who we are. And I actually now like who I have become, which is so important. If you met me now you’d me amazed that I ever was this way! Thank you for reading 🙂 xx

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  8. Being honest to the point of exposure is probably the highest high that anyone could experience. I’m quite sure that, although difficult. writing this must have given you a sense of relief and an ability to look at yourself and think, “Wow, I’m a human being.”

    Thank you for sharing.

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