No worries. And thank you. Nothing expressively horrible happened. Did it about 2 weeks, very low dose, and kicked it.
The other students that live around here though, that's another story. My role as king also means guarding my apartment from literal meth heads. Lost a few co-workers to it as well. Psychological support in this community is so whacked out people are abusing uppers rather than dealing with their mental health. Turns out telling people to watch TED Talks doesn't work.
I'm not on speaking terms with my mother. Somehow I've been able to manage adulthood completely fine without the Voice of God criticizing my every move.
I've been making efforts to de-institutionalize myself and my language. Yes, I watched Shawshank. I don't say "When I was in Grade 12 or When I was Eighteen," I say four years ago. Even the calendar is colonialist in some sense.
Now to get that paper published...
Edit: I fucking flushed that shit, deleted numbers. I don't drink. That is not a road I will ever go down. DON'T DO IT KIDS. JESUS.