Tricked into going to my friends to “hang out”.. yeah not really.
We get to her house and sit on the couch.. i didnt notice at first, but there was the flashlight with my name on it, and my bestfriends weed, and apple bowl.
Things got ugly.. fast..
Depression. Cutting. Smoking.
it all came up in our very long 3 hour talk.
cant tell you how much i cried..
we talked about the weed.. and the funny thing was.. i had JUST smoked before going over because i though we were just going to be hanging out eating pizza like my mom told me.
so i was smacked. Crying. scared. speechless.
all i wanted to do was curl up in a ball, cry, smoke some, fall asleep, and then die.
you think a weed intervention is bad? or a depression intervention is bad?
Put them BOTH TOGETHER. now THAT is what i call a night of living hell..
things are okay this morning, at least they seem that way..
for now…
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Yikes. Interventions are supposed to be helpful. Methinks they did a crappy job. Hope you are feeling better since then. And congratulations for making it through – the second I realize I’m getting an intervention, I’m booking it the other way, and never looking back.