I just took a very brief nap before the Refuge Recovery meeting that I’m currently enroute to. I managed to dream, and actually remember a portion of it, during that time. The small bit that I remember was N, sitting at the house dining room table, twirling in her fingers an empty rig (syringe) that had been found outside.
Needless to say, I woke up triggered. I’m not as bad off as I was Tuesday, but I’m definitely not in good shape right now. My mind keeps wanting to fantasize about shooting up now. I’m going to do my best to let it go and not attach to it. I suppose the fact that I’m going to a meeting right now is probably about the best thing I could be doing.