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August, 2019 – Submitted by an inmate of Fraser Valley (Women’s) Institution, Abbotsford, BC
Illustrated by the author
I named the meth pipe #thegoldenpipe and coloured it gold because that’s the way we treat it, in our addictions. It’s our gold. But we need to remember that it’s not; that it’s worthless.
It easily consumes us, whether we want to go down that road or not. We lose everything. We grow tired of it and want to quit but for some reason we just can’t. It’s always fun at first; the feeling it gives you is indescribable. Nothing else in this world can compare to what you just felt.
Down the road, you just feel worn out and NEED IT, just to get through the days. Wishing you could just kick it and go back to the way things use to be. The life of you is drained. You’re miserable and feel that you’re hopeless. Your life doesn’t matter like it use to. The come down is the worst!
Why do I keep doing this if I already know the outcome? I feel shitty in every way I possibly can.
Why, when we remember our “drug days and times” do we see them in the best light and want to be right back out there?
WHAT HAPPENED TO HOW I REALLY FELT AND ALL THE NEGATIVE THINGS?