My friend wanted to be a writer. He just needed a little more time and experience. He thought a college degree might give him that.
But after college, he never really wrote anything. He just worked. He thought maybe after he got settled into “real life”, then he could settle into writing.
Twenty years later and he’s still working. Now thinking about retirement. Now thinking about his golf game.
I had this friend that came to me for help with addiction.
He was a heroin addict. He had a teardrop tattoo from his time in prison.
He went to rehab. Then went to sober living. I saw him once and then never again. I think about him some times. I hope he’s okay.
I had this friend that wanted help with her medicines. She was bipolar with a history of addiction. She wanted on antidepressants. She had previously lost a few kids to the foster system.
Now she wanted to get pregnant again. I suggested she focus on tapering safely off medications and staying drug free for the safety of the baby. She looked at me like I was crazy.
Life is strange.
We do the best we can.
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