300 days ago, I broke up with my drug dealer.
It wasn’t some shady guy in an alley — it was a plant in a shiny package.
Kratom. Mitragyna speciosa.
Marketed as “natural,” “safe,” even “healing.” I bought the lie. At first, it lifted my mood. Took the edge off the pain. Gave me energy.
Then, without realizing it, I was owned. My brain’s opioid receptors were chained to it.
I wasn’t just using kratom — kratom was using me.
The withdrawals were savage. Anxiety that felt like my skin was on fire. Sleepless nights. My body shaking. My mind screaming for just one more dose. It was no different from opioid withdrawal.
And yet… Facebook and Instagram still show me kratom ads. The industry still calls it “safe.” Still wraps addiction in a wellness label. Still tells desperate people like me it’s harmless.
It’s not harmless. It’s not “just a plant.”
It’s dependency dressed up as self-care.
If you’re using it now — or thinking about it — please, please know what you’re stepping into.
I’m grateful I got out before it took more from me.
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