Recovery woes; pre-discharge
Wrote a lot the day before my detox discharge. An anxious mind may ramble, but what are the true contents? Apprehensive hopefulness.
Month: November 2019
Recovery woes; anxious impatience
The more sober I become, the more over-thinking that is done.
Recovery woes; I almost left
I was so close to leaving detox early. Thankfully I didn’t
Recovery woes; clammy & constipated
Seriously, I just wanted to not be constipated anymore.
Recovery woes; shit stains on the carpet
Third night into my third detox attempt.
Recovery woes; first night of detox
Here we go again, folks!
Detox days, meth style; without so much of the whore.
Kick your fucking feet
Funny how the one place that called me with a 7 day detox bed is located in the very city in which King was arrested and I lost over half of everything important to me. Detox ahead. Then dual diagnostic treatment. First good news obtained since the bed chase began three days ago. Trek is driving me […]
I love getting high
It hasn’t stopped. Demise part 3?
Another chapter hopes to end.
October’s Signs of Corruption
the seventh. Feeling so empty, questioning whether to eat. I know I should, yet here I am torturing my insides. For what? For the high to last until my body gives out? For the wishful thinking pounds may shed from self-inflicted starvation? I’ve been through this before. But last time there was much more meth. […]
Diaries of a Former Meth Whore. 