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the FE1 story as told by FE1.
you may ask yourself "where has that handsome devil been?". well here's the scoop.
on october 14th, 2007 i ended a week long binge, living in my car and racking up roughly $4K worth of forged checks. my infamous ex-girlfriend picked me up and brought me to a hospital. i had not eaten, nor slept in 5 days. everytime i used i'd go into a siezure and hear bells (the warning sign of an impending stroke). i had been speed-balling for an entire week on top of drinking and using a number of other substances.
i spent a week in detox. since NY is shutting down methadone clinics all they had for my withdrawals was librium... needless to say that was the week from hell.
from there i was admitted into a psych ward for my depression. i stared at a wall for a whole week. i met some interesting characters there. i realized that i really did not have it all that bad.
then i was picked up and brought to a rehab center. my insurance would only cover a week's stay so i made the best of it. i learned a lot about myself and what triggers me to use.
since my insurance wouldnt cover aftercare or housing i was brought to a homeless shelter where i spent two nights trying to find a place to call home. just by luck i hooked up with a guy who runs several sober houses in NY. he took me in right away. i've been there ever since. making meetings and going to outpatient group sessions. my recovery is building a solid foundation.
my family to date refuses to speak to me, besides my mother. but i can't blame them. i'm on unemployment right now too and have been applying for a part time job just to make some extra bucks. something in the veterinary field.
i've built a great relationship with my ex-girlfriend, the girl who i thought would never speak to me again. we're good friends again. she's even having me for Xmas since my fam won't.
i feel good. each day is even better.
FIN.
you may ask yourself "where has that handsome devil been?". well here's the scoop.
on october 14th, 2007 i ended a week long binge, living in my car and racking up roughly $4K worth of forged checks. my infamous ex-girlfriend picked me up and brought me to a hospital. i had not eaten, nor slept in 5 days. everytime i used i'd go into a siezure and hear bells (the warning sign of an impending stroke). i had been speed-balling for an entire week on top of drinking and using a number of other substances.
i spent a week in detox. since NY is shutting down methadone clinics all they had for my withdrawals was librium... needless to say that was the week from hell.
from there i was admitted into a psych ward for my depression. i stared at a wall for a whole week. i met some interesting characters there. i realized that i really did not have it all that bad.
then i was picked up and brought to a rehab center. my insurance would only cover a week's stay so i made the best of it. i learned a lot about myself and what triggers me to use.
since my insurance wouldnt cover aftercare or housing i was brought to a homeless shelter where i spent two nights trying to find a place to call home. just by luck i hooked up with a guy who runs several sober houses in NY. he took me in right away. i've been there ever since. making meetings and going to outpatient group sessions. my recovery is building a solid foundation.
my family to date refuses to speak to me, besides my mother. but i can't blame them. i'm on unemployment right now too and have been applying for a part time job just to make some extra bucks. something in the veterinary field.
i've built a great relationship with my ex-girlfriend, the girl who i thought would never speak to me again. we're good friends again. she's even having me for Xmas since my fam won't.
i feel good. each day is even better.
FIN.
