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, it's our closest fredins. YOUR fredins. You'll relax when we get there. r u kidding me? Never say that to a panicked addict! . My mind and addict were talking to me, to xanax or not to Xanax? yes,yes I'm sure it's the only way to make it. . Took a Xanax from my purse, ever so slowly, heading to my lips and mouth. It will be satisfying. It's FINE! Take it. I then realized my addict was seducing me into cheating on myself. I put it in my dress up purse, and we left. All the way there I kept thinking about the blue Xanax in my purse We arrived, and thankfully a handful of my dearest fredins came to the car, all of us festivally dressed. They know me better than my addict. The sweating,fear, white face, small smile. They put me in the middle of our circle, one said it's gonna be fine,another asked if I'd taken anything. not since going to the cemetary last week. . They didn't leave til the blood came back to my brain, and the smile was real. We laugh, celebrated life, danced, gossiped a bit, took our ritual picture together. Everytime we r together we take our picture. The night was finally over, wedding presents packed safely in cars, cleaned up the best we could do late at night. Didn't take the pill, didn't go to the barBaby steps, tools from meetings, regular talks with drh, and fredins I've decided to share with. And of couse a good hubby. Will I take that Xanax? Sure. One day when it's my childs bd perhaps, but I'm taking so many less. I found out anxiety won't kill me.Ok. I rambled. Sorry, but thanks.Hang in there Bup. Hang in there everyone.
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(VISITOR) AUTHOR'S NAME
Benu
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17 december 2014, 00:44:34
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