Where I’d been, I left the destruction that was my life behind. Although I’d wished so many times that I could make this a reality with my addiction and me, this did not occur.
Two days following my release from the gracious 90-day drug rehab, I was with two of their newly released individuals in a smelly, stale and dirty motel. We all planned this episode before being released from rehab. We all had the same addictions, as well as how we approached the way we got high. I see this now precisely for what it was. Which, to me, is disgusting on many levels in life. One of the individuals was from New Mexico and checked herself into this rehab. As for other individual I didn’t give a shit to know his name. That’s how hateful I’d become.

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