I haven’t slept for three days.
I feel like I’ve been kicked in the stomach.
I wake up every morning and vomit up the saliva in my stomach.
Quitting sucks.
David just took this video of me. He says my “little helper” is closer to a “devil on my shoulder,” and he wanted me to get rid of the little boogers.
Watch the video.
David, I’m so very sorry. I am so thankful to have somebody so supportive in my life. I don’t think I’ve ever known anybody so kind. It means a lot to me that you forgave me for what I did tonight. It means even more that you stayed, made sure I was safe, and curled up next to me in bed.
In the beginning, I know I said Ambien kept me from having any sort of lasting relationship. I was being honest. But now I’m going to be honest with myself, and with you, David: I need the promise of a relationship to get off this drug. You’re the first man who has ever shown me compassion.
I’m willing to quit this drug, if you are willing to be here with me David.
Alright, I think the Ambien is starting to kick in. I should be done typing.
This was my last Ambien.
Goodnight.
