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Here's Angel from the song Addict, go check out the song if you're an Angel Dust fan! 🩷🎶
A friendly reminder that a sugar addiction is STILL an addiction.
A sugar addiction is worse than people realize. In fact it is one of the most common addiction. yet for some reason it is widely brushed under the rug.
People may experience unpleasant symptoms when they initially cut sugar from their diets. These can include:
cravings for sweet or high calorie foods
headaches
lack of energy
muscle aches
nausea
bloating
stomach cramps
irritability or anxiety
feeling down or depressed
These symptoms are usually mild and temporary. They should subside without treatment after the body adjusts to lower sugar intake.
Withdrawal
Numerous scientific studies have found evidence to suggest that sugar produces physiological and behavioral effects, similar to those caused by addictive drugs.
In a 2016 animal study, researchers found that long term exposure to high quantities of sugar causes brain changes, similar to those associated with nicotine addiction.
Several animal studies have found that when deprived of sugar, rats showed opiate withdrawal symptoms, such as anxious behavior and a decrease in dopamine release. Dopamine is the neurotransmitter that controls pleasure and reward-motivated behavior.
When people drastically reduce their sugar intake, they may experience withdrawal symptoms, such as headaches, cravings, and mood changes. These should go away within a few days or weeks.
Treatments
Many of the symptoms associated with sugar detoxes occur as a result of fluctuating blood sugar levels. When a person eats sugar, their body breaks it down into glucose, which the cells use for energy.
In most cases, consuming sugar causes and an initial boost of energy followed by a rapid decrease in energy, or a blood sugar “crash.” People can minimize the adverse effects of sugar detoxing by regulating their blood sugar. Eating regularly and including more fiber in the diet can help avoid spikes and drops in blood sugar and decrease cravings.
Tips for cutting out sugar safely
Glucose is the primary and preferred source of fuel for the brain and body.
However, many people can benefit from reducing their added sugar intake by instead choosing fruits and vegetables, which provide vitamins, minerals, fiber, and naturally occurring sugar for energy. Including fibrous, complex carbohydrates can help deter cravings and minimize a sugar withdrawal.
People can increase their chances of success, reduce cravings, and minimize sugar withdrawal symptoms by using the following tips:
Avoid the following foods and drinks:
Sugar-sweetened beverages: Sodas, fruit juices, and energy drinks are the leading sources of added sugars, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC). Drink water and unsweetened coffee or tea instead
Candies and sweets: These food items contain high quantities of added sugar. Try replacing them with fresh fruit.
Baked goods: Cakes, cookies, and even certain types of bread contain added sugars. Avoid these refined carbohydrates as much as possible.
Low fat foods: Food advertised as low fat or fat free often contain added sugars to offset the missing fat.
Combat cravings by:
Eating more protein: Animal and plant-based protein sources can help regulate the appetite, according to one 2014 study.
Snacking on fresh fruits: People who experience intense sugar carvings can satisfy their sweet tooth with a piece of fresh fruit. Unlike candy bars and cookies, fruits contain naturally occurring sugars and fiber. Learn about low sugar fruits here.
Getting enough sleep: A lack of sleep may cause cravings for unhealthful foods, according to one 2018 study.
Relaxing and avoiding stress: The findings from this 2015 study suggest that chronic stress may contribute to food cravings.
When you eat excess sugar, the extra insulin in your bloodstream can affect your arteries all over your body. It causes their walls to get inflamed, grow thicker than normal and more stiff, this stresses your heart and damages it over time. This can lead to heart disease, like heart failure, heart attacks, and strokes.
Throughout the body, excess sugar is harmful. Even a single instance of elevated glucose in the bloodstream can be harmful to the brain, resulting in slowed cognitive function and deficits in memory and attention. The good news, however, is this inflammatory damage from sugar may not be permanent.
Keep sugary foods away. Don't tempt yourself by stocking candy, cookies, and other high-sugar foods in your cupboards and fridge. "As a substitute for these things, keep fruit around," suggests Dr. Hauser.
Sweeten foods yourself. Start with unsweetened iced tea, plain yogurt, and unflavored oatmeal. Then add your own sweetener. No matter how much sweetener you add, you probably won't put in as much as the manufacturer would have, according to Dr. Hauser.
Watch for hidden sugars in foods. Be wary of foods where sugar tends to hide, including reduced-fat products. "When companies take out the fat, they add back almost all the calories in sugar," Dr. Hauser says. Read labels. Avoid products that list sugar as the first ingredient or that contain several different types of sugar (brown sugar, cane nectar, etc.)—it's one way manufacturers avoid having sugar listed as the first ingredient.
Eat breakfast. Start out your day with a filling, nutritious meal, so you'll be less likely to give in to cravings. Steel-cut oatmeal, eggs, and fruit are all good breakfast choices.
"When you get used to eating fewer super-sweet things, you crave them less," Dr. Hauser says. "You become more satisfied with less sweet things." You also won't feel guilty on those less frequent occasions when you do splurge.
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Before I saw Addict my voice headcanon for Angel Dust was Britney Spears
A dream
This is a real snippet of a dream I had tonight. I don’t really remember the rest of it, but this section is very clear.
So, I was sitting at a table, representing some interest group (which is something I sometimes do in my life), in negotiations with a woman. I don’t remember the context. Suddenly, she produces a glass, and a bag-in-box white wine. She poured a glass. Looking at me all the time. Then she pushed the glass over the table to me. All the while looking at me, condescending and knowingly. I knew that we both knew that if I drank, I would want more, until she could have me accept any outcome of the negotiation, until I would sign away any rights or whatever, just for another drink and to please her. And I also knew that she knew that it turned me on that she could so easily control me and make me give up my beliefs like that. I got so hard in the dream.
Somewhere a conscious part of my mind registered the dream and concluded that this is so hot. I want this to happen in real life. I was so horny and so longing for alcohol when I woke up.
Are You Okay? I Don’t Think So!
An intervention for the ones struggling with such addictions. 😔
Smut
I am done reading stories that don’t have warnings because my eyes are hurting WAY too much.
This is a PSA for those of you who struggle with telling yourself:
“I am mature.”
“It doesn’t matter because I’m mature.”
“I’ll stop reading once it gets to the nasty nasty part.”
“I’ll skip that part.” No, you won’t.
Don’t reach for the bleach my friends!!!
Scrubbing your eyes out isn’t a healthy coping mechanism!
Search for the word, “fluff”.
Fluff is the opposite of smut and is legit just cuddles.
Plus, if you are depressed fluff is the way to go.
Unless you are completely lonely and only reading this so you don’t cry yourself to sleep.
Denial is your worst enemy.
Be true to yourself and ask, does this feel “wrong”?
I’m not telling people off for reading smut. I am simply trying to help the obsessed people.
This addiction won’t defeat you!
Please share this information with your loved ones that are struggling to win this battle. We stand with you; be brave.
I am so weird but proud of it!
In life, I believe we are all just addicts struggling with our drug of choice.
For some, it may be actual drugs. Meth, cocaine, heroine, marijuana... whatever suits them. For others it is alcohol or cigarettes or other tobacco products.
It may be pornography. Or self harm.
I have wrestled with my drug of choice for about four years. Indulging daily or weekly. I'm accustomed to counting wins by the day.
...
Tomorrow, I'm going out with some friends to celebrate two months clean. Eventually I may relapse back into my old habits, but that's not the point. The point is proving to myself that I am able. Recovery is possible.
I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO MY DRUG.
And I'll encourage you to adopt the same mantra. These addictions and this society that fuels them? It can't hold us. We are free.
And just so you guys know, it was @purplebehittindifferent who decided she wanted to celebrate my milestone. She's been very helpful with my mental health the short years I've known her. One of my favorite people🖤🖤🖤
In life, I believe we are all just addicts struggling with our drug of choice.
For some, it may be actual drugs. Meth, cocaine, heroine, marijuana... whatever suits them. For others it is alcohol or cigarettes or other tobacco products.
It may be pornography. Or self harm.
I have wrestled with my drug of choice for about four years. Indulging daily or weekly. I'm accustomed to counting wins by the day.
...
Tomorrow, I'm going out with some friends to celebrate two months clean. Eventually I may relapse back into my old habits, but that's not the point. The point is proving to myself that I am able. Recovery is possible.
I WILL NOT BE A SLAVE TO MY DRUG.
And I'll encourage you to adopt the same mantra. These addictions and this society that fuels them? It can't hold us. We are free.
cocaine in my heart
the last cookie
"Hello, everyone! As I’m sure you all know, we have a new addict joining us today." The woman smiled and turned her gaze away from the audience, towards backstage, "Bob, would you care to introduce yourself?"
The woman frowned at the lack of response and turned to the waiting audience.
"Just a moment, please."
She hurried backstage.
There was some shuffling and whispering behind the velvety, red curtain.
"Alright! Go get 'em, tiger!"
A man of short stature, Bob, stumbled out into the light. It was almost as if he was pushed. He felt the curious stare of his new support group.
The man smiled uneasily and started to speak into the placed microphone.
"As Susan told you guys, I'm Bob and I am an addict."
"Hi, Bob." The group chorused.
Bob blinked, inhaled sharply, and continued.
"Well, I, uh, haven't done this in awhile. So please bear with me!"
The red head poked her head out from behind the curtains.
"Don't worry, you're doing great!" She exclaimed before disappearing.
"Thanks, Susan!" Bob shouted in her general direction, wherever the hell that was.
There were a few wallops from the audience.
"Okay, okay! Now, where was I?" He mumbled and gazed down.
The theater was deadly silent.
"Oh, yeah! I'm addicted to drugs."
A few group members chuckled, and a woman clad in black shouted, "Aren't we all?!"
Once it quieted down, another member asked, "What drugs?"
Everyone in the crowd guessed.
"The newbie's an alcoholic like me for sure."
"No way! Meth is Bob's poison."
"Shut up about your damn meth, Maggie! He ain't got no marks, and with that raspy voice of his, Bob's a smoker!"
The woman, Susan, emerged from behind the curtains, seemingly fed up with the nonsense.
"Okay! Okay! Everybody settle down." Susan had to refrain from smiling at the group's antics.
She turned to look at Bob.
"Please continue. And if you aren't okay with answering any questions, that's totally fine!" Susan jumped off the stage and sat next to the woman clad in all black.
"Thank you, Susan." Bob smiled gratefully and nodded at her.
She gave him a thumbs-up back.
"Everyone..." Bob got the attention of the audience.
The group members were sitting at the tips of their seats, eager to see who had guessed right.
"...I'm addicted to nicotine and LSD."
"Ha, I told you, Maggie!" The young man who had guessed that Bob smoked rubbed it in the older woman's face.
"Oh, shut your gaping trap, Alorian." Maggie slid down in her seat.
"You know it only opens for you, right?" Alorian wiggled his dark eyebrows suggestively.
Maggie pulled out a thread and needle and snarled, " I oughta sew that mouth of yours closed!"
Before Susan could take action, Bob did.
"Um, excuse me." He interrupted from on stage.
The theater went silent.
Bob swore that he could have heard Maggie's needle drop.
He gulped from the daunting tension.
"Well, if I wasn't erm...tripping balls from the LSD, I'd have probably done more," Bob admitted.
A few members chuckled.
Bob encouraged, continued to speak. "And Maggie, sorry to disappoint about that meth."
"It's mighty fine, honey!" Maggie hollered from her seat next to a sulking Alorian.
Alorian wished that Maggie would speak to him that way.
The audience clapped and cheered and whistled at the exchange.
Susan walked up to the stage and Bob helped her up.
"What do y'all say to some refreshments?"
The group's hollering spoke for itself.
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Out in the dining hall, addicts chattered and ate.
Bob was hungry and, of course, hiding in the corner.
Susan snuck up and squeezed his shoulder.
"We don't bite, you know! Unless we're eating food." She laughed at her joke.
"I know, I know..." Bob fiddled with his fingers while his stomach growled.
Loudly.
Susan took notice.
"Are you hungry? Come and get some food." She motioned with her hand towards the tables.
Bob didn't respond, focused on his hands.
Susan took Bob's hands into her own, bringing him back to reality.
"Care to tell me what's wrong?"
Bob looked away, pulling his hands back. Susan’s smile dampened.
The man seemed to curl in on himself. "It's just...you all seem to know each other so well. I feel like a stranger at a family dinner."
"Well, you were great in the theater. They were cracking up. Besides, the only way to not be a stranger is to get familiar."
Susan had a point. Bob's stomach furiously growled again.
"Let's go together." Susan smiled to reassure him.
Food and someone who can take over the conversation if things get awkward?
"Alright!" Bob was convinced.
As the two of them left the corner, the woman clad in all black approached.
"Hey, you did well up there. It was way better than my first time!"
The woman's voice was deep, deeper than Bob's own.
Before he could stop himself, Bob asked, "What's your name?"
"Dani. Nice to meet-"
"Are you a man?" Bob was curious.
Susan moved, almost protectively, to Dani's side.
"If you're transphobic, you can leave. Right now." Susan hissed.
Bob was taken aback.
Dani whirled around to face Susan. "Don't worry, it's okay. I got this," and turned their gaze to Bob. "But seriously, are you transphobic?"
Bob cleared his throat awkwardly. "No, no, I'm just curious. I didn't mean to offend either of you. I'm sorry if I crossed a line there."
"No worries, Bob, you're cool. Susan, what have you got to say for yourself?"
Her face was one of regret. "I apologize, Bob. That was unwarranted. We had some experiences in the past and..."
Susan looked at Dani.
"...I did not want Daniella to get hurt."
"You need to stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault, Susan."
The red head looked troubled.
"I-I'll be right back." She murmured and hurried away.
Dani continued on without showing any care for Susan.
"Shouldn't we go check on her?" Bob furrowed his brows.
Dani stopped Bob in his tracks.
"Susan'll be good. She probably needs a moment alone. She kind of burdens herself with stuff that she shouldn't." Dani concluded.
"Oh, alright." Bob frowned a little. He didn't follow Susan because he wanted to respect her privacy. But what if...
"Asides from all that, I'm a woman. My transition from Daniel to Daniella hasn't been the easiest." She sighed.
"What would you prefer I call you?" Bob tilted his head and was taken out of his thoughts.
"Dani or Daniella is fine. Thanks for asking." Bob noticed that Dani had grown weary.
"I'm sure that you've had to explain this many times! So thank you, Dani, for answering my question...I--I need to learn when to shut up."
"Maybe. Just maybe, Bob." Dani's smile was small.
"So enough about me, what about you?" Dani questioned to get away from all the prior misunderstanding.
"What do you mean?" Bob was puzzled.
"What's your story? Like...why are you here?" Dani gestured to the building surrounding them with her hands.
"I suppose I do owe you my life story after all of that," Bob admitted.
"Bob, you don't owe me anything. Share what you're comfortable with sharing..." She whispered thoughtfully, "...I understand that some stories are too difficult to tell."
Bob was silent, thinking to himself while he fiddled with his fingers.
Dani jumped when he began to speak lowly. Bob looked at Dani, but it was like she wasn't even there.
"My husband, Adam, died a couple years ago. Not long after that, I...fell apart. I started smoking again. At first, it was one cigarette. Then a pack. Then two. Eventually, the cigarettes weren't enough and..."
"That's when you started using LSD." Dani finished.
"Yeah. My kid, Monte, he... had enough of it. He didn't want to deal with me anymore. Can't blame him, either..."
Dani was growing concerned.
"Adam helped me get clean the first time. I owe it to him and my kid to stop this."
Dani gently took Bob by the shoulders.
"You owe it to yourself to get clean, too...you get me?"
Bob gazed up from his twitching hands to look at Dani.
"I get you."
"Okay, good."
Dani and Bob both felt a tap on their shoulders.
"Gah!" Bob bounced back.
Dani stifled a laugh.
Susan had unintentionally snuck up on them.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Bob. First, I accuse you of being transphobic. Now I'm scaring the bejeebers out of you. I really can't get this right."
"It's fine, Susan," Bob grumbled, terrified of her stealth for the second time.
"I overheard your story. I wanted to tell you that any reason to get clean is a good one. But getting clean for yourself is important too. I'm also sorry about Adam and how I acted before."
"It's really, alright." Bob accepted her apology full-heartedly but wasn't sure if he could get clean for his own sake.
"And..." Susan slung her arm around Dani,
"...you've got us rooting for you!"
Dani sighed, trapped in Susan's embrace.
"Oh, jeez. Thanks, guys." Bob couldn't hide his smile.
Then, the screaming began.
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"Oh, shit!" A young man no older than twenty dodged an empty plastic container thrown by none other than Maggie.
"Alorian, get your stupid frat boy ass over here! I know you ate the last cookie."
"You love this frat boy ass Mags, and you know it!" Alorian giggled evilly.
Bob sipped at his newly attained water.
Dani nudged Bob on the shoulder, "Good entertainment, right?"
"Those two are better than the cast on Jersey Shore." Bob grinned, basking in the drama.
Before Maggie could throw a spoon at a cornered Alorian, a fuming Susan intervened.
There were audible groans of disappointment from around the hall. People were betting over how Alorian was going to get his ass kicked by Mags this time. From the sound of it, Alorian had taken the last cookie, and so the majority of the members were hoping for Mags to suplex him. However, Maggie had taken to throwing kitchenware instead. The only one who did mind the potential suplexing and Tupperware tossing, was of course, Susan.
"Ay caramba..." Maggie whispered, clutching the spoon tightly to her chest.
"Ay caramba, indeed." Remarked Alorian, impressed by the amount of red gathering in Susan's cheeks.
They were in for a good, old-fashioned Susan scolding.
Susan pinched the two of them by their ears.
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Let go!" Maggie and Alorian cried, trying to pull away from the red head’s vice grip.
"Why must the two of you act like children? What is going on here?" Susan demanded furiously.
Nobody responded.
"Alorian, spill. Otherwise, I'll call your mom."
Everyone could see the horrible fear in Alorian's eyes.
"No, no, no, please don't!" He begged.
Susan prompted, "Spill, Alorian."
"Okay, fine...Maggie falsely accused me of taking the last cookie!" He blurted out.
"Is this true?" Susan turned her seething gaze onto poor Maggie.
"I accused him because I know he did it!" Maggie huffed in agitation. "Stupid, stupid frat boy..." She mumbled under her breath.
"What was that?" Susan pinched Maggie's ear harder.
"Hey! Punish me instead." Alorian defended the older woman.
"And why should I do that?" Susan interrogated.
He thought for a moment.
"Cuz' Maggie shouldn't get to have all the fun," Alorian smirked.
"This is fun to you? What sort of kinky shi-" Maggie stopped as Susan glared at her.
"Please, continue," Susan remarked.
"No thanks!" Maggie averted her gaze.
"You're not getting off that easy. Mags, you're forty years old! I expect this crap from frat boy over here..." Susan pointed at Alorian.
"...not you." Susan sighed tiredly.
"But Susan, he stole the last cookie!" Maggie cried.
"Did not," Alorian whined.
"Did too!" Maggie screeched.
"Did not~" The young man sang.
Susan yanked the both of them closer.
"So help me, if you continue to act like children, I will reprimand you like children." The woman spat out.
Susan pointedly looked at the troublesome duo, "Do you understand me?"
Maggie stole a fleeting glance at Alorian.
"I understand." She whispered, shivering from the intense air conditioning in the theater.
Alorian tsked and wrapped his sweatshirt around Maggie, "I understand too."
Maggie stared at the boy, weirded out.
"Can't have my old lady dying on me now, can I?" Alorian breathed.
"Whatever, frat boy. I'm keeping the sweater." Maggie tugged it on.
Alorian fondly smiled with blushing cheeks.
"That's fine with me, Mags. Will keeping my sweater make up for me stealing the last cookie?"
The crowd gasped at his admission.
"Aha! I knew it. You lying thief!" Maggie exclaimed.
"I would hate to say it, but with that ratty ass hair of yours, I'm afraid that you're the filthy one here."
"You know I still have my sewing kit, right?"
"Uh oh."
The two continued to bicker as Susan went to hangrily eat crackers.
"Still better than Jersey Shore?" Dani asked, somehow having attained popcorn.
Bob stole a handful and confirmed, "Yep."
"Maggie looks good for forty, don't you agree?" Bob asked Dani.
"Well, obviously. Mags is great. What are you, interested?" Dani munched on some more popcorn.
"No. I'm still clinging onto Adam."
Dani could see that familiar reminiscence in Bob's eyes.
"I love Adam...but not how Alorian loves Maggie."
"Ah, so you noticed that too?" Dani laughed lightly.
"They fight like an old married couple, and believe me, I'd know." Bob deadpanned.
"Everyone wants them to date, but there's Cockblock Keith."
"Who's Cockblock Keith?"
"Maggie's mean, leech of a brother. If Keith ever comes around, don't leave her alone with him. He's a manipulative bastard who doesn't prioritize anyone or anything but himself."
"Gotcha." Bob would save this information for later.
If only everyone knew that it was Susan who had swiped the last cookie.
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it's 2nd day of coming off the codeine, I took 7 pills so as not to feel so much withdrawal effects, I also took a zomirene pill, which has benzodiazepines in it, to also fell the withdrawal effects a bit, but it's very hard, everything hurts, I don't know what to with myself, horrible, really sucks, i already miss the feeling and "happiness" that codeine pills gave me
for the rest of my life, cursed with this disease for all those who suffer, we just got to believe believing in yourself is the hardest thing to do so take a look in the mirror and ask," do you see you?" everyday and every night we hurt wishing we were taken care of by a nurse this morning I woke up, fell out of my bed damn it!, wish I had some pills for the pain in my head what ya'll don't know, is what ya'll don't see the disease trying to take control, makes me want to bleed past memories, shooting up all these cravings I don't want to use, I pray, I'm begging. please strengthen me for everyday is a new day but where's my strength, when alls I do is lay. no energy, no effort to be who I want to be the life of an addict, can't you see? this battle has been won the war my friend, will forever go on. so now what are you going to do? hold my head up high, and try not to get the blues! no more smoking powder out of that pipe I'm in the fight for my life. I've come a long way, so u don't got to judge so when standing next to me, don't give me that nudge if u really want to know, I will tell my journal, turned into a book, it might sell my dreams now are back in sight with help through the darkness, is that light shocked and smiling knowing I did survive through this disease, thank god, I am still alive.