In truth, smokeless for six months and was only prescribed (yes) pills for three weeks after surgery. Beyond the obvious withdrawal like symptoms (I know that it's not physical after the first week, still feels withdrawaly weeks later), I still find myself longing for the calming effect of both.
It's not a craving, more like fond memories of a psychotic ex or the "itching"of an amputated limb.
When do I get sort of perspective or clarity that could offset these feelings of loss?
I am turning into someone I don't recognize and not in an entirely good way (as some of the few still close to me in exile might attest).
Does crazy have any good ending? How about just easier.
P.S.
"dick joke"
-CB
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