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I am an Addict

Ignorance is not bliss; it is a violent, perpetual lie

16 min readOct 14, 2022

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A black and white photo of a woman crouched on the balls of her feet with her head resting on a bed with a look of despair on her face. She is wearing a white bra and black panties. This photo elicits the sense of utter despair that addiction has afflicted the author.
Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash

CW: Suicide, Substance Use, Strong Language, Trauma, Mental Decline, Dysphoria, Dissociation, Disease, Death, Addiction

Allow me to start with an apology. I’ve been lying to my community, a community that means the world to me. This lie is one of omission—an omission I can no longer bear to keep. I am truly sorry for keeping this truth from you and I hope by the end I’ll have earned your forgiveness.

A disclaimer before we dive in: This story, my story, should in no way be seen as an endorsement or recommendation of certain behaviors. At times I will be describing my personal justifications from moments of my past, please don’t perceive these as me condoning anything. That being said, I hope you’ll understand that I am not judging anyone else or the life they live, only my own.

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For the last year, throughout my journey on Medium and my transition, I have been a daily user of methamphetamine. And in the interest of full disclosure moving forward, I am high right now. I’m not sure I’d be able to confess all of this otherwise. What I do know is that when I’m done writing this, I will be completely…

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💜 Victoria Quinn 💜
💜 Victoria Quinn 💜

Written by 💜 Victoria Quinn 💜

Trans girl — Amateur Etymologist, Expert Alliterationist, Professional Synonymist. I write about my transgender journey, sometimes hilarious, sometimes not.

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