7 years ago, I hate to say this… but I remember this day. This was my brothers graduation day, and I couldn’t go to the graduation until I did some opioids.
So me and my stupid boyfriend did the opioids and walked to the graduation. I was proud of my brother, but I really wanted to die on this day.
I’m not taking these drugs now, obviously. I wouldn’t be able to function. But it’s crazy how much of a change I’ve made in this time. I don’t look very different… but emotionally, I’m better. I don’t feel like ruining my life anymore, putting shit up my nose. Nodding off to the point where I don’t even know who or where I am…
I’m just me now. But these memories kill me a little bit. Still. I’ll never forgive myself for them.