i totally removed myself from people and places, but never understood the things, i always thought
shit, springwater caps, q tip cottons, cigerette butts, they are things..
i have a little over 4 and a half months clean,
on my way to a meeting tonight, i stopped at a deli to get some cigs
when i got out of my car, i saw some jokers in front of the store , and felt the dope radar go off,
i walked past them and into the store,
while i get up to the counter, i see fucking screens , empty dime/nickle bags for sale, rolling papers and chore boy
i begin to get a weird fucking feeling, i go in my pocket for my phone, i forgot it at home,
my stomach gets that feeling like i use to get when i was on my way to the cop spot,
i get my cigs
light one up , drive off, just looking in front of me,
make it to my meeting, i raise my hand , people are getting picked talking NA shit, after the first ten minutes of open sharing, the meeting goes into a discussion on step 2
i grab and old timer, and like bro im bugging out, i need to let this out, we go outside i tell him the rooms spinning, i cant focus, he listens and gives some advice,and a hug
i go back into the meeting, wait for burning desires to share how im feeling,
there was no burning desire part of the meeting,
i get with a few more people till the feelings subsides a little
man this shit had me bugging, how powerless i still am ,i was thinking i have no desire to go on another run, i got this shit, and wammmm
when i got to the meeting, i felt like i hit the pipe, heart was pounding,
damn now i have an understanding how things can be a trigger
thanks
shit, springwater caps, q tip cottons, cigerette butts, they are things..
i have a little over 4 and a half months clean,
on my way to a meeting tonight, i stopped at a deli to get some cigs
when i got out of my car, i saw some jokers in front of the store , and felt the dope radar go off,
i walked past them and into the store,
while i get up to the counter, i see fucking screens , empty dime/nickle bags for sale, rolling papers and chore boy
i begin to get a weird fucking feeling, i go in my pocket for my phone, i forgot it at home,
my stomach gets that feeling like i use to get when i was on my way to the cop spot,
i get my cigs
light one up , drive off, just looking in front of me,
make it to my meeting, i raise my hand , people are getting picked talking NA shit, after the first ten minutes of open sharing, the meeting goes into a discussion on step 2
i grab and old timer, and like bro im bugging out, i need to let this out, we go outside i tell him the rooms spinning, i cant focus, he listens and gives some advice,and a hug
i go back into the meeting, wait for burning desires to share how im feeling,
there was no burning desire part of the meeting,
i get with a few more people till the feelings subsides a little
man this shit had me bugging, how powerless i still am ,i was thinking i have no desire to go on another run, i got this shit, and wammmm
when i got to the meeting, i felt like i hit the pipe, heart was pounding,
damn now i have an understanding how things can be a trigger
thanks
