Although the topic is gut wrenching, you manage to write with humor and flair. That's very impressive.
Also, you wrote of his guilt and shame, saying, "He keeps repeating, “I fucked everything up. I did this to myself."
It is essential that his shame be kept within bounds. If his shame is too intense, he might hate himself. And if he hates himself, he won't believe that he is worth saving and his addition, and ensuing problems, may get worse. He must love himself so he will endeavor to save himself. He must soberly understand and criticize himself for making dangerous decisions, but he must always realize that he is better than his mistakes.
After saying I'd give this a read on the shoutout thread I reluctantly click on it and here we are. I put my mother through about 30 years of Hell addicted to heroin. I try to avoid thinking about how it affected her, and appreciate your humour. She had it too, when scoring with and for me occasionally. She once asked the delaer in the back of her car if it was 'Good Stuff' because I'd told her the bit I'd bought that morning (that she paid for) wasn't any good. of course it was fine, I just wanted more. You always want more. Good stuff, I enjoyed it. Best of luck with the little shit. I mean that in the best possible way.
Although the topic is gut wrenching, you manage to write with humor and flair. That's very impressive.
Also, you wrote of his guilt and shame, saying, "He keeps repeating, “I fucked everything up. I did this to myself."
It is essential that his shame be kept within bounds. If his shame is too intense, he might hate himself. And if he hates himself, he won't believe that he is worth saving and his addition, and ensuing problems, may get worse. He must love himself so he will endeavor to save himself. He must soberly understand and criticize himself for making dangerous decisions, but he must always realize that he is better than his mistakes.
After saying I'd give this a read on the shoutout thread I reluctantly click on it and here we are. I put my mother through about 30 years of Hell addicted to heroin. I try to avoid thinking about how it affected her, and appreciate your humour. She had it too, when scoring with and for me occasionally. She once asked the delaer in the back of her car if it was 'Good Stuff' because I'd told her the bit I'd bought that morning (that she paid for) wasn't any good. of course it was fine, I just wanted more. You always want more. Good stuff, I enjoyed it. Best of luck with the little shit. I mean that in the best possible way.
Where is he going upon leaving the hospital