My tolerance slowly creeped up and I think now I'm psychologically addicted
I got sober from alcohol a year and a half ago. About 6 months in to that sobriety, I found a regular K dealer. I'd always loved k but only really ever used it for specific occasions - concerts, a weekend camping, that sorta stuff. Over the course of the last year my use just slowly ramped up - in a way I wasn't even noticing, or at least I didn't want to notice so I didn't. I would take a few weeks break at a time to try not to fuck up my tolerance TOO bad but it still crept up.
Anyway, about 6 weeks ago I went through a quarter (7g) in a week and was barely even getting effects. K at small doses made everything have this dream-like quality, like I was living in a movie, and yeah I guess I got addicted to that feeling. I had been planning a vacation for a while and was looking forward to using it on my trip, took a few weeks off beforehand, but I barely got high and I spent too much of the trip with a runny nose, congested, etc.
It's probably a blessing in disguise because I don't have any bladder symptoms and I haven't structurally fucked my nose up. But honestly I'm mostly sad I nuked my tolerance. It's the only thing that's gotten me to stop. I should have kept saving it for special occasions - or at least random weekends - and now I feel like maybe the magic is gone forever. I thought I found a cheat code that let me escape reality without drinking (which really fucks my shit up) lol and obviously in retrospect that was crazy wishful thinking