"how do i feel?, what do i say?, Fuck you it all goes away" -SOAD
so i relapsed.. not that i was planning on really getting clean anyways.
So i want to make blog posts, hence im trying to get fifty posts.
n i never really know what to say so i don't say anything... but fuck it ima just talk
got rushed into going to rehab..my friend made a bitch move n called my mom, told her i was shooting dope, scared the fuck out of her, so i went to rehab for the fourth fucking time to try and save everyone some sanity. i honestly hate making her worry and have major fucking guilt over it..
but i have to want it for me, as bad as i want to quit for her i cant
so im at this fucking rehab , it was freezing, on the top of a mountain five hours from home, and i think i was on my last day of the methadone taper, and i started freaking out. i wanted to leave. i swear they held me hostage. i told the counselor i am 24 years old, i signed myself in i want to sign the fuck out, i am not done getting high, you cannot benefit me from me staying here, there are people dying for my bed, i don't want it, fucking discharge me.
they say no. and this is a rehab that picked me up, five hour drive, they give me a ride home. well the only way they would let me leave is if i go AMA (against medical advice) and if i leave AMA they do not give me a ride home, im not allowed any of my stuff (cloths, whatever) they wont give me my cell phone, and i can not make a phone call before i leave. i have to make an appointment to come back at a later date to get my stuff, and i have to walk off the fucking mountain. I was PISSED. your allowed to make like 2 calls a week, and when u do its for five minutes, on speaker and they monitor it. the moment u mention anything about asking someone to pick you up they hang up the phone. it was fucking insanity i felt like i was in a nut ward.
i make it through the 14 fucking days, and of course the moment i get home the needle is in my fucking arm. I suppose i should have at least gave myself a chance, tried to stay clean. But my mind was made before i even left for rehab. I just wasn't done.
some of the women there were trying to help me stay calm, kept telling me just look at it as a break, an oil change. get your tolerance down a little, whatever ya know. well after crying for like 8 hours a day for 4 days strait i accepted that i wasn't leaving early, no one was picking me up, and i had to just try and make the best of it or risk being in a turtle suit and helmet lol.
met some cool people, had some fun. did all of the things your not supposed to do at rehab. o well i will save the seriousness for when i am seriously ready to quit. i mean if ur not done ur just not done.right? as stupid as it sounds. i fucking love getting high. its all ive done for the last five years strait. I can not picture life without it. i can not imagine enjoying anything else.