DJ Twissta
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That depends on the day. What I'm doing right now is exhausting every option we have, so we have nothing to feel guilty about when/if she fails again.
If she fails with me this time, I've gotten a contact within the local police who said she's willing to go under cover and participate in a fake drug deal with her. At that point, she'll be safe, and also in jail. She can see what jail feels like until her trial. If she keeps using after that... Okay. But she'll have hit rock bottom, and she'll have to pull herself back up. Such is the way with addicts!
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Do you know why she's using, what her triggers are, and what possible alternatives she can try to do instead?
The "Why" is the source of her addiction, alternatives will give her somewhere else to spend her energy/time/recovery, and knowing her triggers will help with preventative measures :3 Personally I think that jail time will only keep her away out of force, not out of self-control. Which means the moment she's out she may start using again if the other areas of her recovery haven't been addressed. Also something to note is that drugs do get smuggled into jail.
Sorry I didn't reply. It's been a hectic few days. Her stay with me ended when I realized she'd taken 14 10mlg librium pills, and had 5 double rum and cokes
I restrained her because she was going to leave and stumble around in the 100 degree heat while severely dehydrated and confused
She tore up my arms with her nails, bit my face, and tried to break my toe. She finally made a credible suicide threat, so I was able to get her baker acted. They let her out after two days (a baker act is three days) without even putting her in the psychiatric ward of the hospital
Yesterday, when she got out, I got a call from someone who knew me from the last time she went missing saying that my friend had called her saying she was drunk and looking for coke
I set up this stupid search team and tricked my friend into giving up her location to someone. I parked near where she was, got out of my car, and sat in the dirt underneath it for hours and listened to her speak. I was worried she'd get like, raped or killed or something
She figured out what was going on at one point because someone used my phone to call someone she was with, and she bolted
So then I sat under the bridge she was under, in the trash heap she was in, for hours, hoping she'd come back
I realized last night that I actually really need psychiatric help. Like really bad. Problem is, the only help I can afford is at the nonprofit hospital I work at, and I don't think I can get help there if I work there
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