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I got out of detox last night. My body and mind were ripped away from addiction and thrown into a ward called 2 South where they handed me some orange scrubs and a drug called Librium so I wouldn't have a seizure and die. My first few days were easy, I felt so good I could sing but I figured out what they meant after the Librium went away. I dry heaved, cried, shook, shivered, writhed, and hallucinated until just about two hours ago where I got on my knees and finally did what the people at the meetings told me to do...not to project into tomorrow or even the next second, and admit I was a lying people pleasing sack of shit to my higher power. It's going to take 20 days for the garbage in my body to come out, and when I was told that I laughed but now I know its true.
I didn't know my life would change so quickly, and I didn't know how hard it would be. As sick as I feel I couldn't have felt any better.
I didn't know my life would change so quickly, and I didn't know how hard it would be. As sick as I feel I couldn't have felt any better.