Well fellas, I don't think I'll be getting my Adderall script back
About two-ish months ago I got myself arrested for unlawful possession of a controlled substance without a proper prescription (1 count) and possession or use of drug paraphernalia (11 counts). In my bag I had my torch, bubble, capped needles, and probably a felony amount in liquid solution. The liquid was in a sealed glass vial (the type with a rubber stopper, so I could dose without mixing a shot then and there) and probably between a g and 3.5 in crystal in a small glass bottle. The fact it was in glass probably saved my ass, my cellmate brought up that if it's in glass they wouldn't be able to get it out to weigh it.
Now I'm in rehab, about 50 some days sober from stims (except nic and crackhead amounts of coffee), I still have like 3-4 weeks left to go in PHP and I hate this shit. I have classes from 9-4 with a 2 hour lunch, it's damn near a full time job of just going to meetings about how to not smoke weed and push back anxiety. It's not even doing me any good anymore, it's at the point this place is actually making my mental health worse instead of better.
I keep having to convince myself I have to stay clean now, for my Dad, for Mom, for my cat, for my brother. If I leave now it's going to look bad in court and I'll probably either get probation or jail time instead of getting the charges dropped. I need to stay, I need to be sober. I can't go back to it, especially not shooting. This shit can bring some good times, but God does it ruin any good shit you have going for you.
Look at my precious beautiful baby cat, she deserves me being sober