It's halfway through the year, looks like I procrastinated.
I am doing better than this post in the current moment
actually. But I will talk about that later. That is things in motion that I
will not post about until they are settled. I'm ok, I have stability and
routine in my life again.
[tw: self harm, suicide, addiction]
I am still going to write this from the perspective that the
year has just ended. I am going to pretend to be ignorant to the lessons and
experiences I have had so far in 2025. I will discuss those in 6-12 months from
now.
There really isn't too much to say this time. I am doing
bad. I am doing well sometimes, but not as often. I ended 2024 on an extremely
dark note, in a well of unemployment, uncertainty about my future, aimless
time, listlessness, bouts of insane mania buttressed by deep cavities of
depression. I drove out at sunrise one morning and sat beneath a bridge without
my phone with a vial of cyanide in my pocket. I have branded and cut
myself all over my body. I am at the mercy of violent mood swings, accelerated
by rampant drug use. I have consciously stated many intentions to quit, and
have kept to it for periods of time, but ultimately I have always failed and
crumbled at that. I have lied and schemed to continue my addiction, I have
betrayed and concerned the ones I love, I have made feeble attempts at seeking
treatment that have all hit dead ends. I am untreated and without direction.
If I can review the year, it was beautiful and glorious in
ways that are so far apart from drugs that have pulled me into the depth of our
grand beautiful world. I embarked on a belated honeymoon with the love of my
life- a month and a half in my motherland, Malaysia, among the jungle, among my
relatives, among Islam, colorful and diverse, so many creatures living and
fighting. My spouse learned to scuba dive and climbed a mountain in Borneo with
me, it felt like pushing myself to my physical limits but I accomplished it. I
celebrated a unique bicycle day, through pure happenstance and with great
difficulty I obtained a single tab of LSD in Malaysia- The trip was fantastic
and unreal, experienced in the Jungles of the motherland, the sound of insects
and Azans and thunderstorms washing over me, on the other side of the world. It
was the first time I truly felt the mass and depth and volume of this great
sphere of iron and silicon and magnesium. I felt the glory of Islam and the
glory of dedicated and disciplined prostration before a greater power. We next
went to Vietnam and traveled the length of it, exploring the caves of Phong Nha
– Kẻ Bàng National Park, I bought gabapentin at a pharmacy in Da Nang and
got loaded for a 20 hour bus ride to Ho Chi Minh City. I did nitrous in a gay
bar and saw the tunnels the Viet Cong used to fight America. I fired an AK-47
and stood on the remains of a destroyed tank. I went to Australia, met lovely
people in Melbourne and Sydney, people fighting hard for indigenous liberation
and a free Palestine, there were too many beautiful experiences in Australia to
count- I did LSD again, this time in the Sydney botanical gardens, it is
incredible that this humble little molecule, in its microgram doses, has crept
across the entire world, eager prophets and acolytes ready to spread its
secrets to the willing in every place! Everyone trips, everywhere. The capstone
to this was accomplishing a lifelong achievement- scuba diving in the great
barrier reef. When I was a child we rented a National Geographic Documentary
VHS tape on the Great Barrier Reef and I watched it on repeat. I swore to visit
this glorious place, and it was everything I expected and more. Beautiful
adventure, vibrant life, so much living on so much.
It felt like a capstone to life. I never expected to make it
this far. I checked something off of the list of things I wanted to do. Should
I be content with the chapters I have written? Should I be content with the
contributions I have made to the world? Should I strive to do more? Will I feel
content if I were to die right now? The trip ended, as all trips inevitably
do.
The beginning of the year I spent still working in a
chemistry lab, synthesizing new drugs. In the home stretch, I had finished the
projects I was contracted for so I was mostly just grinding out new compounds
as fast as I could. I busted my ass for a few months in contrast to my usual
laziness and indolence in the lab and made some beautiful things. I left for a
trip. I came back to nothing. No job, no prospects. I attempted to apply to
graduate school (ok, anachronistic spoiler alert I failed), I applied to many
jobs. My life was adrift, all of the seeming accomplishments I had built- the
glory of bringing my spouse to the motherland, hiking my favorite mountain
together, seeing the great barrier reef, writing more trip reports than almost
anyone other than Shulgin, trying so many drugs, inventing new drugs- all
meaningless in the tides of capitalism but ultimately all meaningless in the
tides of my own impulse towards hedonism and self destruction. I never expected
to make it this far- every year feels like a victory lap. I assumed I would've
killed myself or overdosed or been killed doing something stupid and reckless.
I didn't plan for any of this. I don't have the funds or means to maintain this
dissociative addiction long term. Substituting for other compounds like
pregabalin or carisoprodol is its own host of problems. I am trapped and
shooting off into an empty darkness I never thought I would encounter, one I
never prepared to encounter, a whole damn adulthood.
People often tell me they are surprised at my age. I assume
it is that I come off as immature, the spirit of a wild clout-chasing teenager.
I don't know how to act my age because I never thought I would be this age.
It's disorienting.
I abstained from dissociatives (other than nitrous) for 3
and a half months. I thought of them constantly, I had dreams about doing them.
My experiences were wonderful. There were times when I thought "I wish I
was dissed right know". There were frankly, times where I was very glad I
was not dissed. It was near-psychoactive to see the sun peak over the island of
Borneo, an amber sky chasing away the violet night as the first glorious rays
of light hit the peaks of mount Kinabalu. The thin icy air, my body pushed to
its physical limits aching, groaning, my heart raging to keep going on. These
were not normal circumstances, my mind was not its normal self, you can find
this in so many places. Looking out of the vine-laced mouth of a cave into the
valleys of Tân Hoá with its forested limestone pinnacles, soaked in slick
jungle cave water. Drifting between the towering coral bommies and peaking into
the little crevasses for the millions of tiny fish and invertebrates buzzing
and swimming in their perfect infinitely complex ecological harmony! But this
isn't a travel blog- it goes to say I abstained for a long time. I guess I can
manage it if I am not at home.
At home it is very different. I immediately sank back into
old patterns. I abused drugs heavily. An ideal combo for me in this phase would
be something like 3-MeO-PCE to start, maybe a bit of 3-MeO-PCP later, some
little bumps of FXE at points, pregabalin in this system for some extra depth,
then later a heavy hole, ketamine, DCK, 2F-DCK, FXE, DMXE, were the choices to
add weight and sink into a hole and enter my lovely "sandbox" space
where I am god, the creator, I can generate a body and imagery at will. It's
sensational. This was habitual. Perhaps I would also take a benzo to sleep,
usually temazepam or flunitrazepam or triazolam these days. Or I would stay up
with it, hit cocaine or 3-Me-PCPy to keep rocking in a blackout. How deeply
deeply fucked up.
After one too many incidents a breaking point was reached, I
said I would quit, I got a safe, entrusted the keys to my spouse, and locked
the collection in the vault. Of course I found loopholes. I was still dosing
experimental compounds to write reports, for the good of knowledge I guess.
This system sometimes kept me at bay- they are not all entirely pleasant. I
would squirrel things for the times the vault was unlocked for special
occasions or for scientific analysis. I could still order and receive things. I
abused the remaining ones that were some degree of fun. I substituted for other
drugs. I am not clean. I am failing this so badly.
I am sorry to whine, but that is the current state of
things. To break time again, I am seeking treatment options. I do not want to
commit to inpatient. I love drugs so much. I cannot imagine a life without
them. But that is obviously maladaptive. I need a life without them, or with
much much much less of them, like everyone else.
Where am I going.
I didn't really try much new this year. Just old
habits.
Here are the new ones ranked:
1. 3-F-PCiPr -
This is a truly miraculous compound, I love it so much, it goes so many
directions, it is soft, it is intense, it can be confusing or disorienting, but
it will always take care of me. The depth is immense, and low doses are a
comforting delight. It felt like it had a nootropic afterglow, I think this one
can be very useful.
2. PCiPr- The
everything dissociative. It lasts a very long time. It is hard to describe, it
goes so many directions. It is heavy, functional, focused, confusing, manic,
stimulating, sedating, and damn intense the whole way. Low doses are nice and
sociable.
3. 3-MeS-PCiPr- This is just a less potent 3-MeO-PCiPr,
it has the same essence but is muted and muffled in every sense. Too subtle.
About 5x less potent than the corresponding 3-Methoxy compound. Full report
hopefully coming soon.
4. 3-MeS-PCP- Similar to above, this is just a less potent
3-MeO-PCP, more subtle and muffled. I don't know if sulfur is a direction worth
exploring with arylcyclohexylamines.
5. Flunitrazepam- I roofied myself and it was a lot of fun.
Nice floppy euphoric short acting heavy benzo. Its nice when you do it to
yourself.
6. 3-EtO-PCiPr- This one is really smooth and light and
confusing, I need to work up the dose, I feel like I don't really understand it
yet.
7. 3-EtO-PCP-
Another one that I have had a hard time finding a proper dose. Gets very
intense very fast, very steep dose-response curve. But interesting. Not sure if
I enjoy it.
8. 3-MeO-PCsBu- Okay I don't personally enjoy this one, but
it is really really interesting- this drug is pure mania and stimulation,
barely any dissociative effects, but apparently binds well to NMDA- It is so
jittery and manic thoughts racing, it is a distinctively dissociative mania but
there is no physical sensation. I wonder if there are biomarkers for mania in
clinical trials, and if there are, I wonder if this drug could induce those
biomarkers- may be of interest for research into treatment of bipolar disorder.
Report someday.
9. 2-MeO-PCiPr- I haven't done enough of this to properly
characterize it- a light subtle dissociation so far.
10. 3-Me-PCiPr- Absolute hell to snort. Stimmy and
uncomfortable. bleh.
I wonder if my parents read this blog now. I am so so so
sorry.