Saying Goodbye to Kratom

[Kratom Enthusiast 9]

Hey everyone,

This post feels like a confession.

Most of you know me as kratom enthusiast. I’ve been here for a few months — sharing strain reviews, dosing tips, even defending kratom when it felt like the whole world was against it. It wasn’t just a plant to me. It was a lifestyle, a shield, a ritual. Honestly, it was my identity.

But over time, the lines blurred. What started as a tool for managing pain, anxiety, whatever — turned into dependence. Then addiction. I stopped controlling it. It started controlling me. Waking up in withdrawal, chasing doses, measuring my day by alkaloids and half-truths. I ignored the warning signs, justified everything.

I kept saying it wasn’t that bad.

But it is.

I’m done. I’m trying to quit. Cold turkey. Tapering didn’t work — I always found an excuse to bump the dose. Now it’s just me, the insomnia, the tremors, the ache, the endless fog.

I thought quitting kratom would feel like freedom. It doesn’t. It feels like freefall.

But... I also need to be honest about something else.

I’ve already slipped.

I told myself I'd have one drink just to take the edge off the withdrawal. That was a week ago. Now, it's a bottle a day. Whiskey in my coffee. Vodka to sleep. Beer just to feel normal. I traded the leaves for the bottle — and I don’t even know if I regret it. Kratom made me numb. Alcohol makes me nothing, and somehow that feels like relief.

So yeah... I quit kratom.

And walked straight into something worse.

I'm still posting this because part of me still wants to fight. But another part is fading — quietly, with a drink in hand.

- Alcohol Enthusiast

[Mayo762 81]

Edited 3 hours ago by Mayo762

[Pseudonym 167]

2 hours ago, Kratom Enthusiast said:

 

Hey everyone,

This post feels like a confession.

Most of you know me as kratom enthusiast. I’ve been here for a few months — sharing strain reviews, dosing tips, even defending kratom when it felt like the whole world was against it. It wasn’t just a plant to me. It was a lifestyle, a shield, a ritual. Honestly, it was my identity.

But over time, the lines blurred. What started as a tool for managing pain, anxiety, whatever — turned into dependence. Then addiction. I stopped controlling it. It started controlling me. Waking up in withdrawal, chasing doses, measuring my day by alkaloids and half-truths. I ignored the warning signs, justified everything.

I kept saying it wasn’t that bad.

But it is.

I’m done. I’m trying to quit. Cold turkey. Tapering didn’t work — I always found an excuse to bump the dose. Now it’s just me, the insomnia, the tremors, the ache, the endless fog.

I thought quitting kratom would feel like freedom. It doesn’t. It feels like freefall.

But... I also need to be honest about something else.

I’ve already slipped.

I told myself I'd have one drink just to take the edge off the withdrawal. That was a week ago. Now, it's a bottle a day. Whiskey in my coffee. Vodka to sleep. Beer just to feel normal. I traded the leaves for the bottle — and I don’t even know if I regret it. Kratom made me numb. Alcohol makes me nothing, and somehow that feels like relief.

So yeah... I quit kratom.

And walked straight into something worse.

I'm still posting this because part of me still wants to fight. But another part is fading — quietly, with a drink in hand.

- Alcohol Enthusiast

yo dawg, respect. addiction is like one of the hardest things to deal with. i'm glad to see ur trying to make that step. good luck dawg!