im literally always looking at my reflection not because im conceited but because i just think it feels kind strange to have a physical form and im constantly trying to process who and what i am
Look at these sunglasses. Arrived (from amazon) yesterday. Yessssss
Something strange and stressful.
I do a newsletter at my methadone clinic….a really nice one. (Figured i would put my bachelors degree to work somehow!) anyway. Every year, the federal government audits treatment facilities with their regulatory agency, SAMHSA. The people at SAMHSA were “very impressed” with me, apparently. And I just got a call from a woman with the federal government/SAMHSA, who wants to talk to me about presenting at this big upcoming conference with her. WTF!? I am too nervous about this whole situation.
So much is going on and I can’t stop sleeping and sleeping and sleeping.
I can’t leave Bun out! But she won’t be still enough for a picture together. My beautiful puppy daughters.
Me and my baby Bean. And smeary summer, napped-in makeup.PS- I’m probably way too old for tumblr. Guilty. I’m 26, btw. :,(
Okay onneee more. Last time, promise.
They don’t know nothing about recovery-
My *THREE YEARS* is coming up in about a week and I’m actually more excited than I thought I would be.
*three years without a needle in my arm(/hand/leg/foot/neck)! Or being controlled by all the very worst parts of me. Earl constantly talks about it still and it makes me upset. His three years is in like two months.
Crushed by Life. HAHA. For real.
I’m sorry for doing this again. I will start putting better content on this blog soon(/eventually). !
an amazing story