The Kratom Hard-On

I’m not sure what I was expecting. I know what I was hoping for – warm waves of pure pain-killing bliss that would wash over me, taking me away to that special place. So, I waited.

And waited.

And then waited some more.

I remember being pissed. Forty bucks and an hour of my life later and not a fucking thing. Not even a distant twinge of euphoria.

But then something pretty fucked up happened – I got a hard-on. Not just a whatever erection, but a hard-ass, thick-as-steel hard-on. And I was suddenly horny as fuck. WTH? I glanced down and my dick was pressed into my thigh, straining against the thin fabric of my shorts. Where did this come from? So Kratom is a horny pill, not a pain pill? I slowly ran my hand over my underwear and down the length of my shaft – the feeling was electric, and I could feel my balls tighten. Everything in my body was focused between my legs, I was so fucking hot, I thought I was going to explode right there in my boxers.

Fuck this, I thought. I’m way too angry to jerk off right now.

I bought a stupid sex pill. Back pain (so I kept telling myself) was the problem, not getting off. I got up and started yelling at my boner to get lost and exclaiming aloud the horrible torments I would enact upon Old Lady Kratom for selling me a jerk off aid. No wonder she kept grinning at me, the freak.

But wait…something was going on (other than the rager). I was pissed as all hell, yes, but I was suddenly “okay” with that. I was even laughing as I described in detail my evil plan for Old Lady Kratom – not in a Bond villain way, but in an absolute pure expression of joy. Holy shit – the Kratom was doing it’s job after all. It’s hard to put into the right words how that first small “hit” felt. It wasn’t this huge rush that you get with oxycodone, it was more like a subtle sense of things not being as bad as they seemed. That sure, you just spent forty bucks on a dick pill, but fuck it, it’s just okay, and maybe everything else is okay and I’m okay, etc. I didn’t take more K – although I was tempted. I wanted to savor every second and not take too much and do something stupid like go to sleep. It was time to clean the house, fold the laundry, vacuum the dog and take the rug for a walk. There were 3 dishes in the sink – must tidy that up right now, can’t look like a bunch of heathens live here! Oh, and the car could use a bit of a wash, too – that won’t take long and it will look niceeeeeee!

Damn. This shit works.

I couldn’t believe it. How in the hell was this stuff legal? You can’t even buy allergy medicine over the counter anymore and yet here’s a safe, all-natural plant that takes pain away and makes you feel like a fucking boss? How have I not heard of you before? Where have you been all my anxiety-ridden, painful life? This can’t be real.

There has to be a catch…

About kratomdiaries

In 2017, I discovered Kratom. I wish I never had. This is my own personal experience with this mysterious, magical, and yes - deadly - leaf. My story is my own and your journey with Kratom is your own. What happened to me may never happen to you. For many, Kratom is a gift, the ultimate answer to years of opioid or alcohol abuse. But, remember - if something seems too good to be true, it probably is - and there's a lot of lies being spread about Kratom. You CAN get addicted to it. You WILL go into withdrawals if you take too much and stop abruptly. You MIGHT die from it. I did. And dying once was enough for me. I always kept a work planner and daily notes. My job at the time meant I had to record a lot of details. But I also kept a personal diary as well. Spanning a three-year period beginning in 2017 and ending in my death, I wrote down everything I did and thought and spent. And Kratom is always on the page. It was my one constant companion. I read these diaries now and am in shock and utter horror at the amount of money wasted on this plant. The time away from family - both physically and mentally. My goal in this blog is to show you the daily details of being a Kratom addict and what it did to myself and those who loved me. It will detail how much I took, what I was doing, how I felt ( or didn't feel) and what it cost. At the end, you'll see I very nearly paid the ultimate cost for my addiction and witness how I got clean and started Life 2.0. If you're reading this, you may be deep in the Kratom weeds and need to see someone else made it out, or you're curious about Kratom, or maybe you've lost someone to addiction and know every word and lived every moment I write about. Whatever the reason, I hope someone reads this and it helps them find their own way out of the darkness, before the light goes out forever.
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