Addiction Counselor Training

The dude at the Recovery Coach internship that I’m gonna do after the Peer Specialist training is pushing the CASAC training on me hard body. I guess I’m gonna do it. I meet with him on Wed. Hopefully they’ll give me money. And it needs to allow room for a job.

Drunk in Love (Poem)

Why did you do this to me? I’m sick and I can’t breathe The panick attacks are getting stronger I feel so weak that I can’t live I think about you all day long At night I toss and turn I forget everything I’m supposed to do as I satisfy my urge I used to be able to block you out But you busted through that wall Now what the fuck am I supposed to do? I got no fronts left to show Just when I get sober I fall madly drunk in love I’m still looking like a KrAzy person

Should I be scared?

Sup with all the shootings? Every time I look at my Citizen app somebody is getting shot around the corner. Should I be worried? I’m not sure anymore. My friend thinks everything is scary. When I walk with her she bugs out that nothing phrases me. I don’t think anything is scary.