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BraGirl's blog post - Time to ramble on my baby...
| Sunday, June 11, 2023, 12:02:10 AM |
Well, I did say this blog was kinda formulated within my crazy brain, but it's all gone now, so I guess I will just waffle on as per usual.... where to start, I guess when it all went very, very wrong from the years 2012 ~2015... This is so hard to admit, yet I have admitted it to so many close friends, and family now, but somehow you guys are different... from 2012 ~2015 my heroin usage was out of control utterly and hopelessly out of control, I fell deep in to the world, to the detriment of everything, and everyone around me. During these years I destroyed all of my long-standing friendships/relationships with my actions, and my denying constantly I was still smoking it, even though it became very obvious to those close to me there was a serious problem. But I would find ways to keep them out of my life, enabling me to continue. I sank to new depths with the need for the drug every day, and it pains me so to admit that, I was not a very nice person at all. My whole life towards the end of 2015 was negative, chaotic, unpredictable, I was a shamed of myself and who I had become. So, I sought help, again... had to wait three months to receive an appointment for a prescribed, alternative drug to feed the receptors in my brain. I purposefully chose a blocker this time, and one that could not be abused. Meaning I had to not use or be rather ill indeed. That's it for this part, I don't want to write an essay It's late with me, I shall continue with the rest of the years I have been missing and why when the urge takes me... just know I have evolved into someone I rather like to be alone with now, and I am far removed from the addict within. Blog related tune? Didn't get that far, let me see what I can find in my files.... perfect track title for this blog ~ dark noises in dirty rooms enjoy this funky number.... |
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My whole life towards the end of 2015 was negative, chaotic, unpredictable, I was a shamed of myself and who I had become. So, I sought help, again... had to wait three months to receive an appointment for a prescribed, alternative drug to feed the receptors in my brain. I purposefully chose a blocker this time, and one that could not be abused. Meaning I had to not use or be rather ill indeed.