✍︎︎ Dree’s Writing Drip

Coming to Vegas wasn’t necessarily a stepping stone into my success story.

More like..

Another lesson learned.

I feel like coming back made me realize the things I have been taking for granted all along.

What it’s like to have no freedom.

What it’s like to feel helpless.

Trapped.

They locked me away in rehabs & mental hospitals & just like that?

Poof.

No one knew where I was while I was desperate to get a hold of someone.

Anyone.

I’ve never felt so hopeless in my entire life.

As I walked up & down the one hallway that seemed to be my daytime entertainment..

It grew old after the first day.

Walking up & down that thing like I was tweaked out on drugs.

Sadly? More like obviously, I was completely sober.

Other than the medication they had me slumped on.

Up & down.

Sleep for a Day.

Up & down.

This involuntary vacation contains things like:

Distorted mirrors = No reflection = Body Image Issues = Body Dysmorphia = Death.

Medication = No idea what the affects are = Worrying about what the affects are = Groggy 24/7 = Not able to advocate for myself = Death.

“Group” = 1/2 time they played music & let us fuck around = 50% Skill building = No calls = Time being wasted = Death.

Luxury Meals = Forced to eat on our beds or the floor like animals when there was TABLES = Dried food that comes out of bags = Makes weight gain a breeze = Weight gain = Death.

The Hallway = Where I wasted my time annoying staff or other people who were locked away too for some type of entertainment = Where the thoughts came flooding in = Death.

Did I mention this was all INVOLUNTARILY.

Involuntary deaths is how majority of deaths go.

Except mine.

As rebab stripped me away from my belongings, “lost them” , then sent me to a mental hospital..

I couldnt get the fucking curiosity out of my skull!

Curiosity simply made me wonder..

Why?

Why are people so evil?

Then I started to think.

How cruel!

How fucking selfish!!

Curiosity killed me once more leaving me @ 6.

It always kills the cat.

I’ll never take freedom for granted again.

Nobody can save me but myself which corresponds to my current plan of action.

Nothing or no one will ever make me feel trapped physically or emotionally.

I will never be so irresponsible that I even begin to fall into those steps.

To understand what it’s like to be locked away.

To realize what having rights truly means.

To see for yourself that..

Beep beep!!

I’m back bitch.