Despite a firm decision to never talk about using heroin with my 3 parents and my sis

Mary Jane convinced me it was the right thing to do- Jsut tonight I explain to ma I had been using heroin... Several different periods in a now 4 year buprenorphine maintainance. She is still mad that she supported me so much while I was too doped to bother looking for jobs, but I know the happiness of the sunshine of truth will strike her mas y mas. Paying my dues always brightens the mood , heh...

Besides owing her for normal things (mid class), I'd Always been able to support my addiction. I told my mum I was proud of that addict fact very much...heh..Yeah I take xanax too, explains a bit ^ ^.

...using all the right HR techniques sure increased my "invincible against OD" delusions- still none of that bullshit eclipses the pain I've felt, of experiences missed - Brain changes, no love-even romance later in the use.. a job even.

Anyone kindly feel free to share a related story or if you've gotten off bupe' after long term5+ years; Happy to hear stories short or long, just maybe not Ice Long ; ) Thx.

Fute blogs to remind myself to start: a dream journal, comedy short stories, or some sexy ass ineligible elegant chinese characters...I'll enlist my multi-fluent linguist hermano- eventully he'll bust out some Mandarin.

Any bi, tri quad language speakers? What's your primary?

Thanks for reading.

 

IDK what the fugg I was on when I wrote this, probably xanax which I don't take anymore. This is painful to read, and of course somehow this post won't delete.