This is a story about psychoactive substances…
Here’s an example of the kind of run-of the-mill parties I used to throw for all my friends. I once spent £700 on sparkling wine during one particularly lavish garden party. I think I was a bit of a ‘lush‘.
Drinking culture is sometimes celebrated. Certainly throughout the City, we thought it pretty normal to be slightly sloshed at our desks after lunch quite often. After work was carnage. A copious amount of alcohol was consumed by all involved.
I worked for HSBC for a little over 4 years, and JPMorgan for a further 3 and a bit, before my body really needed a break. At my leaving do I was downing shots at 4am with an alcoholic who later needed a liver transplant. The consumption was unchecked and rampaged out of control.
So, I’ve not been drinking for 52 days and I don’t go to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings, so I can’t be an alcoholic, can I? The definition of somebody who is an addict or an alcoholic is somebody who can’t stop taking a substance, despite the detrimental effects on their life. Seeing as I don’t drink or take drugs, I can’t be an alcoholic or an addict. Quod erat demonstrandum.
In fact, I’m not somebody you normally meet. I don’t drink tea, coffee or other caffeinated beverages, such as Coca-Cola and Red Bull. I don’t smoke. I don’t drink. I don’t take any medication. I don’t take any legal or illegal drugs. That makes me a real oddity.
People like to say “I can quit anytime I want” and are particularly adept at avoiding their most obvious addiction… caffeine. I’ve written about it before, but it’s worth reminding people… you’re probably addicted to caffeine but in denial. You need to give it up for over 3 days to really experience withdrawal, because you have reached steady blood-plasma concentration which means that it will take that long before you start feeling the withdrawal and cravings.
So, basically, don’t lecture me on addiction until you reach the level of clean living that I have achieved. I’m not lecturing you. I’m just giving you the facts and telling you why I won’t listen to a hypocritical word you say until you prove your ‘willpower‘ to me.
On the topic of mood stability: I self-medicated successfully for years using caffeine to fight depression & somnolence, especially during winter. I used alcohol to calm my anxiety and racing thoughts, and treat my insomnia. I had a high-powered job and successful career throughout, so it’s hardly like anybody can argue that I was not extremely adept at self-medicating.
Except that one day, my body decided it had enough. I was struck with extreme fatigue and depression that was completely debilitating. If you say “oh just get out of bed and stop complaining” after somebody has worked as many hours as I have done, don’t be surprised if you get punched in the face.
It’s not a competition. Except that it is. There’s an arms race in the City. Who can stay later than their boss to try and impress and get that big bonus. And then when everyone has stayed later than the boss, the game is to stay later than each other. How late can you send an email to the boss, basically saying “just leaving the office now [you should know that I won the prize of working hardest]“.
Sadly, that’s pretty much how the bonuses and promotions get decided… who’s worked the longest hours and raised awareness of just how hard they’ve been working, louder than anybody else. If you want to get to the top of the pyramid scheme you have to clamber over the other clawing bodies in the pit with you.
Getting ahead in your career is also dependent on how well you handle your ale. Yes, there is a lot of machismo in drinking culture. Going home and not going out drinking can damage your career. You need to be seen to be seen. You have to wait until everybody is so drunk that nobody remembers you leaving, before you slope off home.
So, between strong coffee and lots of beer & wine, that pretty much fuelled the first 11 years of my career. It certainly worked, in terms of pay & promotions, but it cost me a lot in terms of health. Not obvious health, like having to have a liver transplant luckily, but more subtle than that. My body & brain are just not very good at managing without stimulants and depressants to manage my mood… I’ve been drinking heavily with workmates since the age of 17.
So, if you think I’m less of a person for struggling with my moods and you are looking for an obvious thing to point the finger at, you are going to be disappointed if you want to point at drink & drugs, because I’m abstinent from both.
You might also want to consider your own relationship with alcohol and caffeine before you brand any labels on anybody. You would be surprised to learn about your own ‘addictive personality‘.
There’s actually no such thing as an addictive personality. We are all programmed to like food, sex, gambling. Our brains are all affected by plant alkalis and alcohol and other substances that will cross the blood-brain barrier. You’re no different from me.
That is all.
Cheers! (July 2009)
Tags: #addiction #drugs #mentalhealth #career
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Self Medication (Part Three)
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This is a story about being tired & depressed all the time…As things start to get out of control with uppers and downers, you’re going to come across legal highs and the black market sooner or later. Let me describe my life to you, after it was ravaged by depression: I never left my bed except to go to the toilet. I never answered my phone. I never answered the door. What does a depressed person want? They want a life.For the summary of what I’d tried myself to date, you can read:https://www.manicgrant.com/2015/self-medication-part-oneand:https://www.manicgrant.com/2015/self-medication-part-twoI was completely disillusioned with medications. The common antidepressants take 6 weeks before they kick in, and they’re a nightmare to stop taking: the withdrawal effects are horrible.I went on a legal highs website, and I systematically worked though every chemical they had on offer:5-IAI
6-APB
MDAI
Benzylpiperzine
Ephenidine
Ethylphendiate
3-Fluromethamphetamine
3-Flurophenmetrazine
Methedrone
Methiopropamine
Methoxphenedine
Methylenedioxypyrovalerone
Mephedrone
Methylone
Pentedrone
4-MePPP
Those are just the ones I can remember. I have a spreadsheet somewhere that documents everything I bought, and all the dosages I took. I used a high accuracy measuring scale (down to 0.001 of a gram) which I calibrated before every use, and I was careful to do an ‘allergy test’ before taking anything approaching a psychoactive dose.The short version of the story is… all these designer drugs were a pile of pants. Complete rubbish. Waste of time & money.With one exception: Methylone. The chemical name of Ecstasy (MDMA) is 3,4-methylenedioxymethamphetamine. The chemical name of Methylone is 3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylcathinone. Basically, the clever chemists swapped out the crystal meth and replaced it with Meow Meow. The novel compound is known as βk-MDMA, instead of just regular MDMA.If you were to try and take Ecstasy every day, you probably wouldn’t get much sleep, and people would think you were really weird. Your face would be gurning all over the place, and you’d keep telling strangers you loved them.Methylone is not like that. It was as if I’d just gotten over a really bad sickness and I was back to my old self. I had energy and motivation. I could feel joy again. I was getting stuff done. I was functional.I used to measure out my exact same dose every morning, and then I could feel the storm clouds part about 30 minutes later, and I could get on with a normal day, just like a normal person. I did my work. I did my chores. I socialised… I had re-entered the world.This went on for the best part of 6 months, and then the government decided to make it illegal. I stockpiled as much as I could afford (about 2 months supply) but when that ran out I was screwed.Prolintane and Pyrovalerone (sold as Jolly Green Granules) propped me up for a while, but I had pretty much lost my antidepressant. There was no more gas in the tank. The engine was spluttering to a stop. All the other stims I tried were just that: stimulants. They made me awake, alert and they stopped me sleeping. The best part of all about Methylone had been that I could sleep normally at the end of the day.Out of a suicidal death-wish, I tried NRG-3, which sounded from anecdotal experience very much like MDPV (Supercrack). I was so terrified by this chemical that I diluted an entire gram in a litre of water so that I could measure a very precise 3ml (3mg) as a test dose, using an oral syringe. Turns out that water completely screws up the compound. Anyway, after the car-crash that was my ex’s brother’s wedding, I decided “fuck it” and measured out 15 milligrams of the powder on my scale.”Binge” was not a term that I had first-hand experience with. Not until that point.When 3 or 4 days go by, you haven’t eaten, you haven’t slept, you’re just shovelling white powder up your nose… yeah I guess I had my baptism of fire.When you wonder what day it is. When you wonder when the last time you checked the time or the date, or did any kind of reality check at all… you’re pretty deep into a binge.It’s weird, how somebody who was always so self-disciplined, so self-controlled, even with coke and speed and pills… one day they find their drug of choice and they’re like an instant junkie. I did kinda panic a bit when I’d had 800mg of a 1000mg bag, because I’d read about somebody who suffered heart damage after 800mg of this potent stimulant, but you find yourself saying “ok, well I’ll make this the last one”…. until it’s all gone… and all you can think about is when can you get some more.The reason it was so addictive, is because it broke my dependence on my girlfriend. We needed to break up, but I couldn’t see an alternative. I couldn’t imagine going backwards to go forwards. This stuff was powdered girlfriend. She no longer had any power over me anymore. I wasn’t afraid of us breaking up.She didn’t like that very much. Tags: #drugs #addiction #depression