After surviving being stabbed, shot at, and fucking sexually assaulted I did what any normal person going thru multiple traumatic events does: I started to drink. I am so addicted to alcohol that I shake when I don't have it (I started drinking again a week and a half ago) and after ground scoring a bag of heroin, then smoking DMT at a punk show, I realized I need significant help. I've already been in talks with my ex over who can take care of our dog while I'm in rehab. I love y'all but I'm going dark for 3 or so months until I get in a recovery home. Leave the lights on for me. Imma try to nip this in the bud before I die and spend the next 24 hours absolutely spoiling my dog Basil, who I'm pretty sure I'll never see again after my ex-spouse picks him up. Imma buy him his fav treat: McDonald's fries and hold him and sob.
Make sure Basil gets someplace safe, you're going to want him to hold on to when you get out. All the best to you comrade. Addiction is the worst, as one addict to another I hope you can find some peace.
My ex owns a house in Denver. He's going to be okay but giving him up hurts sm
I know that feeling. I had to spend 3 months away from Mr. Softie and I missed him dearly, but your well being is important.