I love Texas, but the drug laws here are so dumb. My mom has a legitimate broken back and she can’t get pain killers because they’re abused so much, which is semi understandable but it’s a fucking VICTIMLESS CRIME and she has a BROKEN BACK. She’s not some goddamn junkie.
It hurts me so much because she’s in pain every single day. She doesn’t have insurance nor will any doctor prescribe her Methadone, which is the only drug that actually works for her. Doctors should realize that everyone’s body is different and they react differently to different drugs. It just boggles my mind.
They’re just afraid of losing their licenses, they don’t really care about the patient.
I’m also in the same boat. I know I have abused Xanax in the past, but Klonopin does absolutely nothing for me. All benzo’s have the same addiction potential so I don’t understand why I can’t get it prescribed. I realize now that abusing that kind of medication will kill me. It’s not to get fucked up anymore, it’s to help me. My panic disorder is a DISEASE but a lot of doctors don’t see it that way. I’m afraid to leave my house some days. It’s pathetic.
I know I just turned eighteen in June but I feel as if I’ve matured a lot. I used to get black out drunk and be an idiot. Now I can actually control my drinking and it’s sad because a lot of my friends who are even older than I am, can’t. It makes me sick to think I was the one who couldn’t walk or even speak coherently.
I’m just doing a lot better in my life. I’m starting college in February, I (hopefully) will have a job by Friday, and then I can save up for a car. I may be broke, but I’m happy which is a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time.
the boy
in my head
he was
hit by
a car
now he
lies
in a
ditch
flowers
grow out
of
him
