A tear stained note from a Psychiatric Hospital, December 2021

I am worried that I will use again if I am not locked away without any potential access. I think I need more time. I dream about using and I randomly have flashes of the time I overdosed. The cravings make my stomach turn. I am craving a rush…and a cigarette. I need to go to fucking rehab. Here we go. 30 days. Let’s do it.

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