Ah sweet darlin my heart goes out to you because I know exactly how you feel! Been there, done that honey, BIG TIME. I had sunk soo low, I kid you not, that after quitting my job (due to opiate/barb addiction big time--Rx) I was off work 18 months. I was 26 when I started taking my happy pills. My Dr./coworker was very pleased seeing that 60 pills lasted 2 whole months, so he said good job, wrote me another Rx....of 60 pills 3xday/max right lmao, + 5 whole refills of 60 delicious (inner fiend salivating & doing the dance in my head, as my inner fiend started screaming and singing, "I feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty, & witty, & GAAAAAAAY! Oh blessed PILL God, halleluyah Prince Nod....yippy yippy yo praise chemical glows, walking down the aisle side by side Princess Oblivion, now that I'm the bride, ignoring the evil grin i saw as we did glide, ensnared by chemical happiness, insolent pride! I feel giddy, no self pity, "I now pronouce you, His Royal Highness the Duke of Pharmaceuticals & his wife The Dutchess of Pharmaceuticals, Mr. & Mrs. A.D. DICCted n2 the Institution of WedLOCKed for life! For only 2 shall enter, & 4saking all others the 2 locked IN...all others locked OUT. What chemicals hath artificially joined (imprisioned/cuffed) together 4 life as demon & demoness husband & wife. The only way out of this WedLOCKed Institution is through a coffin after the immortal hath died....or in an Urn once the crematorium has rendered mortal flesh ashes, soot, compact to bury....or strewn to the sea, wind, to The Grim Reaper to be as IRS agent in ghost plane of existence...says getting down to business, "It's time to CHAGNE forms......."
