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That's right. I'm a tough guy now. You may have heard of us?

Ya see, my dog has a nickname, Puppy Power. After a short discussion with him, we decided that I am an honorary 'doggie'.

We figured that, since we are so tight, we may as well get a crew started.

You are now reading a Blog entry from one of the founders of the notorious Puppy Power gang.

Please don't think that this will change me in any way. We roll hard but BLer's are cool in our book.

If you see yellow snow with the letters 'PP", let it be known you are in OUR territory. Respect must be given.

P-P for life... P-P 'til death.
It's hard to believe that a week ago I was fucked out of my mind.

If you'd told me then that in a week's time I'd be sober and feeling mostly okay (still sleeping 12 hours a night, still sometimes getting brain zaps, but overall feeling pretty human) I would have said "ah, good good, glad I made it" -- I wouldn't have been surprised, but I would have felt sorry for my future self, living life with a big hole in it without the fun times of meph.

Well, honestly, I was wrong -- there's no big hole where meph used to go.

If you'd told me a week ago that I'd write that, I'd have said "ha ha, yeah, of course you'll say that - you're never going to admit that you miss it".

So, do I miss it? Really?

Well... going after the easy and obvious one first - do I crave it?
No. I honestly don't. I think of meph, and I remember the acrid taste of it dripping down the back of my throat, the fear as my vision got worse and worse, the desperation as I dropped bigger and bigger doses trying to get away from the anxious wrecked halfway-there state of fuckedness.

Do I miss it though? Before I stopped I wrote a half a page of ramblings from a truly euphoric mephy state. It starts "here I am, standing on top of a mountain looking down across all that it our world". The rest of it doesn't make much sense -- but yes, I miss that feeling -- and I know that there's nothing like it in the world of sobriety.

I'm trying to find the right words to describe how it felt, but I guess that if you're reading this, you probably already know.

In the end though, it wasn't worth it. Even the most enthusiastic recreational drug takers wavered at "yeh, I have practically no peripheral vision left but fuck me, the euphoria is nice".
Doesn't matter what they say though, does it? By my own standards, and my own judgement, I say it's not worth it.

If you're a happy occasional user, please don't come and flame. I don't know why I keep asking stuff like that, since no one has ever flamed me in blog comments - I guess I'm just protecting myself with pre-emptive puppy dog eyes *insert appropriate smiley* 8o no 8) no 8( no
<3
I have been having small seizures when I sleep which wakes me up and i awaken at the end of the seizure, I suppose it the end cause I stop shaking once i open my eyes and am aware of things, which abnormally has taken me a couple minutes after waking up those days when normally I am a get up and go-go-go type person.

I am going to call my doctor once Terry is off the phone with Rogers.

I might also be hemmoraging, explaination under NSFW for TMI info.

NSFW:
My period was a week early and I am changing pads every hour, and that is very abnormal for me.


I have had such an intense migrane since this last "seizure" last night.

My other withdrawl syndrome symtoms have almost gone, all I got a little of the sweats but the brain fog is gone and I can think clearly now but these "seizures" are worrying me.

I will try to keep you guys informed if I can, I am gonna go now and call the doc.

Hopefully it's nothing too serious. :|
This day needs to turn around for me, woke up with a killer head ache. Of course I never got around to calling in for my meds to this wouldn't happen. So really it's my own dumb fault for being lazy and forgetful.

I've been job hunting for months now and last week I had a really good interview, left the place thinking positive. Heard back from her this morning and they went with someone else, to top it off she told me to give her a call when I finish my GED. During the interview she said it was a concern but that as long as I was working on getting it completed that wouldn't affect me getting the job. Blah.

Also for I think the third or fourth time now my caseworker has canceled on me. She's got papers that I need and forms I need her to assistance in filling out before I can send them. Holding all kinds of shit up.

I'm really trying to stay in a good mood but WTF. It's all small shit, and that's how it always is for me tiny annoying things that pile up until I'm in either a total funk of not wanting to do anything or just being fucking pissed off for days. these little things on top of all the big shit in my life that i'm trying to deal with are not wanted or needed right now. and I guess I just wanted to rant about it so I didn't flip out on the next person that happens to call my cell unknowing of what is up.

So yeah I'm going with Mondays suck....Blah
A to the Awwww


S to the WTF??!!!!!

The leafs are trading Stajan for WHO? Fucking idiots.

O for the OOps!

LOL I am a fucking idiot. We had a pizza night last night. So we have a halal pizza store just the a couple doors down and we've never tried them yet. So I go and buy some. Guess what I try and order. I say, "Can I have a Large Hawaiian please" :\ Yeah Im a fucking genious. Good pizza though.

I'm feeling good, great. I was thinking about my faith today, and wondering if I could realistically return to it. I am not sure, I have alot of hate towards it, not hate but disappointment and offishness. Its hard to explain but I don't think me and faith are ready yet, so faith and still kiss my bum bum.

luvs to ya all <3
Holy Shit, Cipralex is a gift from the heavens!

Blissful sleep! Calm as hell.

Only thing that i don't like about the Clonazepam is the constant yawning and slight tiredness.

Daaaamn. haha.
from studying myself to death...

math, law, government.........

8o

I've hardly left my house except to go to my math class on campus. Am. Gov and Torts litigation are online...


and yet, I am hardly ever "put together" to even go out side.

Hair sticking out of my head--- like a mad scientist and ink on my hands from "reminders".

coffee in my hand, tasty bite indian cuisine in my frying pan. - - -

frickin educational boot camp is where i am.

lulz
I am starting this a way I can be responsible for my recreational coke habit. It constanting toes the line. Somedays I feel in control and somedays I am hit with the overwhelming need. I need to keep myself accountable for the actions I take in regards to drug use. I need to know that I will be okay if I don't use. I can't think of these hair brained schemes to get money. I need to eat.

I need to think of constructives ways to deal with my cravings. All I can come up with is smoking...hah. I just don't want this to get out of hand. I want to be in control.

My mind just starts racing sometimes just thinking
about it.

I will be okay. I will be okay. I will okay. No coke this weekend and that's okay.

When I say that in head I feel so disappointed. Not used to waiting. Ugh.

-S
So I still cant sleep. in the past 4 days ive slept about 14 hours...not consecutively...
Very angry about this...good thing I'm not old...Might have had a nervous break down by now... So seroquel was something we got in detox to help us sleep... and my g-ma has a script for it... but i feel guilty (this is a new feeling to have to deal with...) stealin' her pills... and in turn have not had an ounce of shut eye... oh the perils of drug detox...haha
Its amazing to think that just 4 days Ago i was passed out in the bathroom with a fucking needle in my arm...and here I sit, wired on suboxone and not really minding...
I'd like to write a letter to the philip morris company, thanking them for cigarettes...I'm sure they'd appreciate it...beats the hell out of opening hate mail filled with pictures of dying babies...: /
I frequent craigslist R & R in Toronto. I know, I know, my own damn fault for going to such a stupid place.

God it's full of sterotypes and bigots and racists and idiots.

You try and be nice to someone who posts a sad post and they come back and insult you for days on hand. wtf?

This world is becoming a sad place.... the internet world....and somewhat the real world.

Can we all just live in peace and harmony?

*le sigh*
I can't think straight. That's the benadryl, combined with the shock of forcing myself to look at your picture of you lying in your coffin. I have no one to talk to, everyone in my phone is dead. I'm speechless for once. Idk what to do. Keep pressing on like I'm fine. For the first time, I can't visit her grave.
Today I started therapy.......
I had only just touched the surface when I had a panic attack ! hahaha
I'm sure that made a great first impression :)
I also said things, as sometimes when I get going, I ramble on WAY too long, that were possibly a misrepresentation of who I am......
But overall I was very happy with the woman and I hope it proves to be beneficial.....
I got therapy homework- breathing exercises!
I am excited for it and hope that next session I feel so positively about it.
Do they treat the drug addiction first or the mental illness. I've seen on "Intervention" that they treat the addiction first so they can make sure the mental illness wasn't caused by the drugs.

Is this commonly done?

I'm trying to understand this.

I read somewhere that one cannot become addicted to SSRIs, just physically dependant, is it just me or does that sound stupid?

13 days in counting. Im kinda expecting a RTS or thrown out but who knows.

3 weeks until my First Appearce in court on Feb, 22nd., 2010.

I might have to move again if I get even partial custidy of her, to a three bedroom.

If anyone on here if from Toronto, Ontario and knows any 3bdrms under $1300 than shoot the ad my way ;)
8:20 AM
I dropped off three of the four "Treatment Objectives" to my therapist this morning and told her I will be leaving on Friday afternoon. She was ok with it.

There is no therapeutic value to the weekends here. I just need to wait for the phones to get turned on and call my mom and make arrangements with the kennel to pick up Shaman.

I just looked at Friday's schedule and have changed my mind on what time to leave. I think I'll head out at 9:45 am.

My email, text messages, voice mail and Facebook are probably blown up by now. I'm probably going to need to spend about an hour or two replying to messages.

10:00 PM
"Are you talkin' about the first thing or the second thing?" --Analyze This

I guess I'll start with the first thing...

It was between 7:00 PM and 7:30 PM and I was having a cigarette outside on the deck of our unit. There are two floors to the dual-diagnosis unit. Essentially, each floor is a separate group.

I was talking with people and moved my foot and knocked over a styrofoam cup with water. I said "Oh shit, I knocked over someone's water."

Next thing I hear is, "What the fuck?!?!?" and a dude steps out from underneath our balcony and yells something along the lines of "What the fuck you doin'" in a ghetto, tough guy voice.

I said, "Sorry dude, it was an accident".

There were maybe 8 to 10 of us on the deck and a few of them yelled down that it was an accident.

I was already standing up because I wanted to see who I had spilled water on. It was the dude that I have already pre-judged as an asshole because he struts around like a bad ass and is always trying to get in all the girls' pants (I consider this fucking with someone's recovery).

He yells up, "I don't give a shit if it was an accident or not" (or something along those lines.

I yelled down, "It was an accident you stupid mother fucker!"

He puffs his chest out and says, "Are you outta your mind?".

I said, "Fuck this!" and ran to the door, tossed my cigarette on the ground and flew down the stairs.

A girl that I'm friendly with yelled and tried to grab my arm "Jeff, no!"

I got down the stairwell and flung open the door. One of the Clinical Assistants (CA) was standing in front of the guy who was maybe 8' from the door. This CA is a REALLY cool guy and a big mother fucker. He isn't an addict but had done a lot of time in the penitentiary for whatever reason. I have a great deal of respect for him and view him as a true American Muslim (as opposed to those phony, contrary Muslims we have here in the States).

The asshole who I spilled the water on says "What? I'm supposed to be scared 'cause you came down the stairs?"

I say, "I don't give a fuck if you're scared or not, mother fucker!"

A female CA who I also have respect for had my my arm in both hands but it was a gentle hold. She said, "Jeff, its not worth your recovery."

At this point I realize that there was no way we could fight since there were so many people surrounding us (mostly staff at the facility).

The female CA says, "Jeff, come upstairs."

I turned around and went back up.

I was furious. Well, I was full of rage and adrenalin. My heart was racing, I was shaky and paced the hallway of the second floor with fists clenched.

I was feeling violent and wanted to put my fist through the wall but I didn't.

Later on, the girl that tried to stop me from running downstairs told me she saw the guy looking up at the deck and then walked over to a couple other guys downstairs and was talking to them and looking up at the deck.

This is rehab. I'm not concerned about being jumped by a bunch of dudes. There is no way this guy made 'real' friends willing to risk charges over a spilled cup of water.

I asked one roommate not to tell my skinhead friend roommate about what happened (he was walking with his girl when this happened). My skin friend is going home tomorrow morning/early afternoon. I don't want him involved if something goes down. Not only that, I promised I would take care of his pregnant girlfriend since she won't be leaving for a few days after him.

She's a good girl and her man is a good dude so I have no problem playing 'bodyguard'. I also told him I would make sure she was eating and comfortable in the event she is put on bed rest again due to her pregnancy.

I was wondering when and if the 'tough guy' shit was gonna happen here.
I am so interested in Color therapy- It works like aromatherapy- only with a different sense;)

I do find that Blue calms me......
Red makes me feel more passionate-
Green makes me feel balanced and Purple does inspire my imagination......
There is a shade of purple/blue/gray that is sort of pale but not dull that makes me feel spiritually intune......
There is a shade of blue/green that is not teal (but close) and not sea-green but a deep jewel tone like shade that makes me feel spiritually primal and natural......
Black and Brown make me feel comfortable and homey......

I find it strange that when my hair is its natural color I feel awkward but when I dye it dark I feel safe.
I wear natural colors and muted colors alot and I think this has something with me wanting to blend in and be unseen or maybe it is that I feel closer to the earth that way?.....
It is strange the way color plays a part in our lives......
Most of our color choices probably go unnoticed- But I am sure they play a part in telling our hidden secrets.....

Back to color therapy- I want to learn more, and I begin to and always wind up moving onto something else- But I am trying now to bring more color into my home to bring more of a balance of emotions.....

What do any of you know on colortherapy?
I'm interested!!
I want to learn more.....
[FONT="Franklin Gothic Medium]I saw Austin's therapist today and we talked about things. She's happy with our progress, though Austin still have ways to go with disapline at home.

Were (Terry & I) are going to a Parenting Class through them. Plus I am finally reffered to CBT and waiting on that.

I am also going to look into programs for parenting, maybe mother & daughter programs and stuff.

I am trying so hard and it feels like he's doing fuck all (Shane). First appearance is Feburary 22nd, 2010 so we'll see how it goes.

If he has his own lawyer it might MIGHT be solved that day BUT if he doesn't have one we'll have to go to second appearance where the child advocate will be there.

I have been doing all the work, all the improving and even willing to move to a 3 bdrm. I am willing to settle for shared custody with set out visitation orders and an order for him to seek out anger management and for Amanda to see a psychiatrist or counselor or maybe even Aisling Discoveries.

Well we'll see where things go.

I am doing GREAT, I feel GREAT, EXELLENT since my Cipralex got upped to 20mg.

Well off for a nap for now, been a LONG -COLD- morning. :| =D[/FONT]
PHOTOS!!!!!!
Post 'em!!
Write about 'em!
Here is one of me- gabbing on the phone while sitting covered in my bags at an airport :)


Now, I promise, you can come up with one more exciting than that!!!! :)
i still live my life for you, waiting day to day, watching the little green dot appear and disappear. i live by a different calendar nowadays.

how long until you discover that i am here talking about you? how long until you click the little read all posts made by versd link and realise its me here? i doubt it will happen, you've left this place and this life behind you now.

in some ways i want you to know, so you can see how youve made me feel. and at other times i couldnt be more ashamed that you were seemingly the catalyst for my life turning from being normal to this.

i mentioned months ago in another blog post that i would be looking up when the time came.

it was true. i looked up and thought of you. i thought of all the good times, and the bad, about you, about me, about the love i still have for you. and how i would still give up anything to have things back the way they were, to change the past and the decisions i made to result in what my life is now.

then i railed another line of coke and made out with some random american girl.

this is not the life i wanted to lead.

my schedule is a special one which always has time for you. yours is a special one which never has time for me. its a good thing im leaving again, leaving you behind, leaving you to do what you had always said you'd do with me. settle down.

whatever. ill travel the world, meet new people, see new places and do all the things which you told me a long time ago that you absolutely had to do and thats why you couldnt settle down. fuck your contradictions and hypocrisy.

there are mine as well. i sit here offering help and advice to others in SLR. while at the same time, i can never take my own advice and leave you out of my life. is it wrong of me to try help other people when im in such a bad place myself? to offer advice on how to fix a relationship when i so badly ruined ours?
I would write on this week's theme, but I am feeling more stream-of-consciousness. So instead I am going to vent about stuff. I am stuck where I am waiting for 2 packages that need to be signed for (new coat and perfume oils, real serious business :|) and although I'll be briefly picking up food, I'd hate to miss these packages. Buying stuff on the Internet is fun, especially when part of the money goes to the Haitian relief efforts (www.possets.com) and LL Bean has coats at 70% off.

I'm going to change names in this situation. It relates to no one who is a Bluelighter and I don't believe any BLers have ever met the involved parties. This could turn into an SLR thread, but since it's more a personal rant at how appallingly people can behave, I figured I'd put it here. Following is cut for length, though no pics and it's work safe.

NSFW:
I've mentioned that I have an ex-boyfriend from ~7 years ago in SLR in the past. He is also a professional reference as he has a bit of pull in his community. He is a lawyer, not the best in the world, but not the worst either. I was initially magnetically attracted to him, the attraction developed, and we haven't been together in several years (nor seen each other) but until the day before yesterday, we were friends.

We are no longer friends. It rips my heart out to lose a friend. But there's not a chance that I could stay friends with someone this morally bankrupt, even considering he is a lawyer. The story ends happily, though, as I made a new friend in the process who won't try to sleep with me.

We will call my ex Daniel, though that is not his real name. Daniel and I were frequent Blackberry and e-mail buddies. We traded "war stories" as many people in the legal profession do. And at one time, we had a very good relationship for about 18 months with two glaring exceptions. The first was his abusive wife from whom he was legally separated and they lived apart. I chose to keep my presence in Daniel's life secret. He has three children, only 1 of which is for-sure his. We will call the ex-wife Karen. Karen is a very mean person and a terrible mother. She uses the kids to get to Daniel, as he loves all of them. "Their" third child is that of Karen's business partner. Karen had a longstanding affair with her business partner while she and Daniel were separated.

The second was that Daniel cheated on me with one of our mutual friends. I ended the relationship abruptly as a result (as I think any self-respecting woman would) and did not talk to him for years. I was done. I moved 3500 miles away as a "geographical cure" and got on with my life.

The reason Daniel gave for cheating on me was that I was spending too much time with my "raver friends" and not enough with him. Um, hello? I was partying hard at the time, but not to the exclusion of my relationship. One of us still spent the night at each other's most nights. But sometimes I did want to go out and let loose with people my own age. I'd have died of embarrassment if I had brought Daniel to a rave. Although he was and probably still is a total alcoholic, pothead and cokehead, he disapproved of my using Ecstasy because he bought into the misconceptions we all know and hate.

Karen, being the vindictive soul she is, never found out about me... but she did find out about the woman he cheated on me with, whom we will call Jessica. Ironically, it was while Karen was driving by Jessica's house (note that Karen and Daniel were not together and had not been for years) that Karen observed Daniel walking Jessica's dogs. LOL.

Although Daniel is an Ivy League grad, he was stupid enough to move back in with Karen (she owns the house in her sole name; her parents are very wealthy) so he could spend time with his children. Daniel never told me that he and Karen had attempted to reconcile. I would have told him in no uncertain terms that he needed to cut the cord and get on with his life. I would have told him to find someone, perhaps a nice single mom his own age, to date and eventually marry. I wanted him to be happy. I knew I couldn't ever be the "one" for him after what he did, and I've been in relationships most of my adult life.

Enter Samantha, who has become my new friend, and her tale of woe.

Samantha, evidently, has been dating Daniel (and I use the term loosely - most of their dates were lunchtime fucks) for 3 years now. She left her husband for him after meeting him at a volunteer project. She moved across the street from his office to be nearer him - at his request. She knew what was going on with Karen and understood, as she's a single mom herself with a dramatic ex. She was in love with him and he professed his love for her.

Samantha found out about me on Saturday night. My Blackberry started blowing up with an unknown email address. It is very possible that Karen forwarded an e-mail from Daniel's Blackberry (from which he would flirt with me relentlessly, refer to our past relationship, to the point where as I said above annoyed me a lot) to Samantha. In any event, I told Samantha I hadn't seen him in years and was 3500 miles away. She was surprisingly nice to me once I explained that. I told her Daniel's and my full history, which was oddly therapeutic, as I've never been able to fully explain it to someone who knew him as well as I did. She's a clinical psychologist and professor too, and has already agreed to act as a reference for me in the future for career purposes.

The parallels between my relationship with Daniel and Samantha's are astonishing. I now see him as what he is - a total antisocial personality and a con artist. 10 years of friendship and amicability down the toilet after what he did to her. I've filled in as many blanks as I can and she's using my shoulder to cry on, which I am fine with - I have been through what she has, and women do not have to be bitches to one another. She goes back to work after a couple days' personal leave tomorrow and I think that will be better for her than anything. We have promised to keep in touch, and she is sending me a small gift for my assistance!

I don't give a shit about Daniel; he and Karen clearly deserve each other, and I gained a better friend than the one I lost. While time heals everything, Daniel is a wannabe Tiger Woods. Karen doesn't care what he does at the end of the day, but she still snoops in his Blackberry to get dirt on him. I can understand if someone still in love did that, but she loves her business partner, who is full of so much fail that words would be inadequate to describe him. He reminds me of an American "Fat Bastard" in Austin Powers.

I do find it hilarious that I was able to remain anonymous this long as far as Karen knowing about Daniel's and my previous relationship. Now that the cat's out of the bag, maybe I'll get subpoenaed in a divorce trial. That would be a first, and I'd obviously tell the whole truth just as I did with Samantha. My ethical problem is this: both Daniel and Karen totally fail and suck as parents. I wish Samantha could adopt them. Karen routinely harasses her at the school that Samantha's son attends with D & K's children. What a bully - adults can fail as hard as they want, but when kids are involved? They need to stop this fail.


Morals of the story:

  • Don't let a person become an addiction;
  • In situations involving children, they must come first;
  • Don't get involved with a coworker;
  • Put a password on your Blackberry;
  • Stay faithful to your partner both physically and emotionally; and
  • Don't try to juggle potential partners or what you perceive to be partners.

Hope everyone is well. I keep meaning to write in this thing - special thanks to Ocean and Dave for maintaining this excellent space in which I can vent my tl;dr. Comments welcomed. Life is doing OK overall. There's a lot of change going on at once, but I am in a better place than I was over the holidays mentally (thanks to Valium script). Thanks to the friends who've seen me through the bullshit. I think I've reached a point where I can laugh about it all - humor is the remedy for all that ails. :)
It's been pointed out to me that i'm becoming very negitive lately. I've lost so much of myself in my life, so many people that I loved and I never noticed how dark I was allowing myself to become. I still scared to let anyone near me, I'm simply waiting for them to walk back out of my life too and cause more pain.
In short I need to find a way to ease this dark part inside and accept that people come and go. That the memories they leave behind are always going to be there.
It's an area I have a hard time with though.
I had I VERY bad trip on LSD. Firstly, I consider myself an experienced tripper having taken lsd about 10+ times and mushrooms far more (also research chems). However, the trip in question was nothing like even the worst of these, I was fully delusional, hit friends (thought one was the devil), took of all my cloathes and ran about in public, drank a bottle of acid and was lucky to end up in hospital not dead. I was honestly on a diffrent planet, imagining millions of far fetched things to be happening (such as a terrorist attack, or my whole life being a dream). I recoverd the minute I stoped tripping, but was woried that if I take acid again I would go back to this psychotic state. I like acid and want to do it again. Not only this but I'm usualy quite rational on psychedelics compared to some people. However, I was woried that this is somehow indicated that I am not entirly mentally stable and that if it happened again it might push me over the edge for good.
I have come back to hallucinogens. My life is on track and I think I learnt a lot from the experience.

Interestingly, since my previous bad experience I haven't had a bad trip. It's like I've been to the worst place imaginable so there is little fear anymore. Or I have delved into my subconsious and sorted out what fucked me up in the first place. Still have qualms about more than 300mics of acid tho. But 9gs of shrooms and I feel lucid and in control.

Of course I now have more respect. I never trip too often and tend to do a mental check to see if I'm in the right place before droping.

Let the good times role as they say!

I suppose that the moral of the story is to respect drugs and your mind, but ultimatly there is hope if something bad happens to you. :)
As I sit here, I feel incomplete... perhaps more accurately... I feel unfinished.

This isn't a bad thing. What's important is that I actually feel.

I can't describe it as 'uncomfortable'. If I were to put a finger on the closest way to explain is that I am curious.

I'm curious as to what life's challenges is molding me into. I know it won't be a bad thing because I'm making a conscious effort towards changing the way I am accustomed to reacting to events and situations.

Since I feel unfinished, I wonder when I will be at the point that I will be mostly complete.

Ya know what? I think what is most important in this foundation I'm trying to build is balance and stability.

This slow process is starting to pay off in HUGE ways.

I'm glad I didn't succumb to using in the beginning of this total abstinence thing I started. It was fucking difficult and I really didn't think I was going to make it.

More difficulties will present themselves but they won't compare to the hell of obsessing about getting high and knowing that I can't.

'Problems'? Nah, I'm gonna start calling them 'challenges'.
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welll i think myspace n facebook r too personal n fucking gay neways so ill leave them out n end it here peace yall
I've been thinking a lot lately and usually that's not good but this time I've been focusing on what I should be doing to get myself out of this spot that I put myself in.
I've been wondering if I had stayed in the drug rehabilitation centers/mental health centers for the full amount of time maybe they would have helped me more.
If I went back now it would just be more full to add to my sister's fire for me to not get my daughter back, not to mention I don't want to be that confined and alone again. It hurt so much emotionally to be in those places.
It seems like the best thing to do would be to take myself out of the picture for a bit until I'm "better". That way I won't run the risk of hurting my friends or family.
I'm just not sure what to do.
And they places I went to before I can't go back to..
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