I was detoxing. Detoxing off ALL the evil meds I’ve been taking for years. It was THE roughest situation I have ever physically, mentally, emotionally gone through. I don’t wish opiate withdrawal on my worst enemy… and that’s saying something, trust me!
Anyway, the worst is over now and I can breathe again… except…
(You all knew it couldn’t be THAT easy and uncomplicated right? This is ME we’re talking about…)
I’ve had to start telling people to fuck off.
Apparently it’s “irresponsible” or “selfish” to be away from home for 2 weeks to get the help you need… who knew?
Still… my eyes needed to be opened to the way these people really are. I need to be where I am Celebrated, not just Tolerated. Hard to believe I’m related by blood to some of these people!
So there’s that drama trying to go on but I don’t do well with drama. Anyone who has formed and spoken opinions of me without talking to ME about what’s been going on first, they get a “Fuck Off”. That’s not something I day often or take lightly… When I say it, I mean it for good.
Something else happened that’s really got me in a bad situation and I don’t know how to get out of it yet…
My car got towed. Yeah… I’ve never had that happen before, knew nothing about the process or cost or anything, so when I took a cab to the towing company and learned that I need almost $800 to get my car back, I panicked. I am STILL panicking.
I don’t have that kind of money! I’m effing disabled, on a fixed income and am barely surviving as it is! And apparently the fees climb each day the car is there. I’m fucked. How am I supposed to fix this???