I kind of remember what it’s like to have my dopamine and serotonin back. I don’t know if that’s correct, it’s a gross oversimplification.
To feel alive, happy, young.
I was a happy youngster. I know a lot of children struggle like I as an adult am struggling. But as a child, me, in particular, I was very happy and just well-behaved and capable and just a quality person.
It started second year of grad school, when I abused kratom and marijuana. I fell behind in my studies.
Somehow finished up with the master’s, but…
And it’s been bad ever since. I haven’t done drugs in a while, it’s still bad.