Like a ship lost to the stormy sea...
I have no shelter , no tether ,, no anker to hold me fast....
I just drift the stormy oceans of my life , lost , no hope of rescue .....
I have cut the ropes on my mast and dropped sail in hope I can slow my speed to nowhere but in this I
have sacrificed all hope of getting back to friendly , calmer waters....
Lost and alone , I would shorely abandone this vessel but I have no life raft not even a life ring to hold my weight..
All safety equipment lost in the foul weathers of the past....
I don't know where that came from , obviously is a some what nortical version of how I be feeling..
Heroin - and now i think its my time at last - Part 137
- depression and drugs
- depressive disorder
- heroin addiction
- heroin relapse
- heroin withdrawal
- mental addiction
- mental health
- mental illness
- mental illness and drug use
- mental illness treatment
- opiate abuse
- opiate addiction
- support groups
- supporting heroin addiction
- treating anxiety
- treatment of major depression
- treatment of opioid addiction
- treatment options