Ok, so I am assuming I missed some posts on last nights celeb rehab. Last night, when I was watching it, I got to thinking that what if it were all of us there. I watched as most of them were up, walking around, laughing, eating. I know that the 1st time I quit, c/t from 1600mgs of Oxy a day, I couldn't walk, talk, laugh or eat right for three weeks. How on earth are they so damn happy. Well, maybe they aren't. But they look very comfortable, with the exception of Jeff. He is the epiotemy of what I DONT want to become. He reminds me of my parents. It's weird. And also, when Dr. Drew was talking about the affect the drugs had on our children. The UCF fighter who lost his son, my heart broke. But for me, not for him. Yes, I feel for his son. Because the same thing happen to me., But I got to thinking about all the ****** things I have done as a mother/addict. Literally, spending thousands of dollars that could be in a college account for my daughter. All those times I couldn't get pills and was in w.d, miserable and not being able to play with my daughter. And hearing her ask me why I was so sick all the time. Its just crazy. And the eye opener of it all is...what if that were me? What if I lost my daughter? I would rather be dead. Thats all I can say about that. Just venting, sorry. Hope all are well....
xoxo, Lisa