Mentor and support someone who is going through what you did. Your journey of recovery gives hope to persons who are hopeless. Peer support is just fucking awesome!
I'm so sorry for your situation. It shows your basic humanity that you haven't let that same kind of bitterness and hate into your heart. Are there any support groups you might reach out to?I think your new prime minister deserves his photo op for his big "fuck you" to the haters. It's a rare human gesture to these poor souls who have endured so much. Now just wait for Donald Trump to call him a loser....I've spent the last two decades in a near vegetative state from depression, so I understand the urge to hibernate, but I hope you can reach out to someone. I'll keep you in my thoughts.
Gentle sir. I rarely respond to comments older than a day but I just read yours.I have an extremely amusing story relating to having just recently given shelter and succor to a homeless Iraqi man.My real response is truly meant for you. I am not trying to out misery you. My goal is to comissrerate. The last two years of my life have been fucking wretched. Starting with a burst appendix, going through a triple bypass being ripped out of the bypass ICU by police called in by my nurse because I allegedly hit her while in was in a total comatose state. If this sounds like incredible fiction, imagine my point of view. This little episode drove me to drink, but only briefly, because I am a remarkably strong willed man. What has this to do with your life or the lives of hapless immigrants? I will quickly get to my point. My kindness to this homeless man rresulted, most inadvertantly in me falling and bbreaking both wrists. He also turned out to be aa pathetic excuse for a con man. Two broken wwrists led me to alcohol and a Percocet aaddiction over the course of about six weeks. Those who have never been addicted to anything have no clue as to how sinister addiction can be. Last monday I drank750ml of vodka and swallowed the last ten of my percocets. My partner came home expecting to ffind me dead. He had already called911 and they were waiting at the door. I'm not talking about some mickey mouse ambulance service.I live in a metro where the paramedics show up in a rolling emergency room. I refused to go to hospital. I is a idiot.I forgot to mention I need surgery to correct a fibrillation problem. After signing a bunch of forms absolving the paramedics and the city of all liability, they reluctantly left. By saturday I was over the alcohol withdrawal. I already said I am one tuff motherfucker. I forgot about the percocet withdrawal. That started sunday evening. It's now 2:30 tuesday morn. The last 36 hours have been a bitch. I should have been dead a week ago. Yet here I am suffering in silence so as to not waken my partner sleeping beside me. My heart is pounding, I'm having problems breathing, at the moment Billy is chuckling in his sleep It must be a good dream. We are both atheists, but I will say christ only knows, he deserves godd dreams after the recent hell I have put him through.I would be dead many times over if not for him. I sincerely hope that someone wonderful comes into your life. Everyone deserves the happpiness of someone to share love with. I have been fortunate for nearly forty years. Even now I have no animosity for the man I took in and I have honest sorrow for the few refugees that made it into this fuckwad country only to face hatred and new fear. You and I share a bond not only because we are countrymen, but because we have both waded thtough the same shit stream. Peace and love are my wishes for you. I am a lucky man because I have both. At least I am hoping for the fucking peace to return real god damn soon.
Frankly, I'm taking bets on how soon this old pickle will be immortalized as the next Senator to be caught with an underage and possibly trans prostitute/mistress.
Jesus fucking christ brother. I didn't read this till now because I was reluctant to read the responses to my spur-of-the-moment soul-barf. Addiction is hard. It digs in with these talons that won't let go. It sucks your life force as it rides you relentlessly. And for us normal folk, its not palm strewn beaches and smoothy cleanses in a luxury "rehab facility". Its fuck you and the streets.
I made it to the other side my friend. I really did. I lost everything, but I somehow managed to gather the will to get up. Its all coming back to me now. I'm starting again. I got to the other side of that mountain. If you are reading this, you could very well be high. At least that wouldn't surprise me. Its hard. But it can be done. I know it can be done. I've done it. At least up until this very moment. And I'm pretty sure now I'm going to make it through the weekend, and most likely through next fucking fuckity fucker of a week.
Just don't die. Live another day. Even if you use. Live. Keep living. One day the only solution, quitting, will bestow itself like a gift to your soul (fuck, I'm an atheist too, but I find the concept of "soul" useful, so sue me...). Live brother. Just one more day.
Gee that was fun. I guess I really don't know about addiction. My doks are the worst enablers. Monday one of them reupped my perc scrip and another refreshed the xanax. The fucking pharm can't refill the xanax for two more days and I am totally out. It was tuff not picking up a case of Jim Beam yesterday because it was on sale.
“When you have a majority of the American public having grave concerns about a specific group of refugees . . . you have an obligation to pander to their prejudices and inflame their fears," said thought Deal.
They are so wonderful. I wish they ran the world.
And yet they'll probably be safer then the ones being sent to Texass.
Mentor and support someone who is going through what you did. Your journey of recovery gives hope to persons who are hopeless. Peer support is just fucking awesome!
Did he piss on Father Peter Miqueli for fun and profit? If so, I think I've heard of him.
"He has a fat and hungry face." - Shakespeare, approximately.
Are pork rinds and moon pies okay?
Not pork rinds...moon pies fer shure.
I'm so sorry for your situation. It shows your basic humanity that you haven't let that same kind of bitterness and hate into your heart. Are there any support groups you might reach out to?I think your new prime minister deserves his photo op for his big "fuck you" to the haters. It's a rare human gesture to these poor souls who have endured so much. Now just wait for Donald Trump to call him a loser....I've spent the last two decades in a near vegetative state from depression, so I understand the urge to hibernate, but I hope you can reach out to someone. I'll keep you in my thoughts.
Gentle sir. I rarely respond to comments older than a day but I just read yours.I have an extremely amusing story relating to having just recently given shelter and succor to a homeless Iraqi man.My real response is truly meant for you. I am not trying to out misery you. My goal is to comissrerate. The last two years of my life have been fucking wretched. Starting with a burst appendix, going through a triple bypass being ripped out of the bypass ICU by police called in by my nurse because I allegedly hit her while in was in a total comatose state. If this sounds like incredible fiction, imagine my point of view. This little episode drove me to drink, but only briefly, because I am a remarkably strong willed man. What has this to do with your life or the lives of hapless immigrants? I will quickly get to my point. My kindness to this homeless man rresulted, most inadvertantly in me falling and bbreaking both wrists. He also turned out to be aa pathetic excuse for a con man. Two broken wwrists led me to alcohol and a Percocet aaddiction over the course of about six weeks. Those who have never been addicted to anything have no clue as to how sinister addiction can be. Last monday I drank750ml of vodka and swallowed the last ten of my percocets. My partner came home expecting to ffind me dead. He had already called911 and they were waiting at the door. I'm not talking about some mickey mouse ambulance service.I live in a metro where the paramedics show up in a rolling emergency room. I refused to go to hospital. I is a idiot.I forgot to mention I need surgery to correct a fibrillation problem. After signing a bunch of forms absolving the paramedics and the city of all liability, they reluctantly left. By saturday I was over the alcohol withdrawal. I already said I am one tuff motherfucker. I forgot about the percocet withdrawal. That started sunday evening. It's now 2:30 tuesday morn. The last 36 hours have been a bitch. I should have been dead a week ago. Yet here I am suffering in silence so as to not waken my partner sleeping beside me. My heart is pounding, I'm having problems breathing, at the moment Billy is chuckling in his sleep It must be a good dream. We are both atheists, but I will say christ only knows, he deserves godd dreams after the recent hell I have put him through.I would be dead many times over if not for him. I sincerely hope that someone wonderful comes into your life. Everyone deserves the happpiness of someone to share love with. I have been fortunate for nearly forty years. Even now I have no animosity for the man I took in and I have honest sorrow for the few refugees that made it into this fuckwad country only to face hatred and new fear. You and I share a bond not only because we are countrymen, but because we have both waded thtough the same shit stream. Peace and love are my wishes for you. I am a lucky man because I have both. At least I am hoping for the fucking peace to return real god damn soon.
Frankly, I'm taking bets on how soon this old pickle will be immortalized as the next Senator to be caught with an underage and possibly trans prostitute/mistress.
Jesus fucking christ brother. I didn't read this till now because I was reluctant to read the responses to my spur-of-the-moment soul-barf. Addiction is hard. It digs in with these talons that won't let go. It sucks your life force as it rides you relentlessly. And for us normal folk, its not palm strewn beaches and smoothy cleanses in a luxury "rehab facility". Its fuck you and the streets.
I made it to the other side my friend. I really did. I lost everything, but I somehow managed to gather the will to get up. Its all coming back to me now. I'm starting again. I got to the other side of that mountain. If you are reading this, you could very well be high. At least that wouldn't surprise me. Its hard. But it can be done. I know it can be done. I've done it. At least up until this very moment. And I'm pretty sure now I'm going to make it through the weekend, and most likely through next fucking fuckity fucker of a week.
Just don't die. Live another day. Even if you use. Live. Keep living. One day the only solution, quitting, will bestow itself like a gift to your soul (fuck, I'm an atheist too, but I find the concept of "soul" useful, so sue me...). Live brother. Just one more day.
Cheers,
jb
Gee that was fun. I guess I really don't know about addiction. My doks are the worst enablers. Monday one of them reupped my perc scrip and another refreshed the xanax. The fucking pharm can't refill the xanax for two more days and I am totally out. It was tuff not picking up a case of Jim Beam yesterday because it was on sale.
And the CON in conservative.
That man is a slut for baklava.
The Unholy Trinity: David, Charles and the NRA.
“When you have a majority of the American public having grave concerns about a specific group of refugees . . . you have an obligation to pander to their prejudices and inflame their fears," said thought Deal.