I do have to admit that sometimes, i hear music that reminds me of my drug use...That song...Boom Boom Pow by the Black Eyed Peas is the worst song. Every time i hear it, it reminds me of around the time when Paul Chong was murdered...it reminds me of the snowman, and having to drive him all over town because he wouldn't go away, unless i took him where he wanted to go. It reminds me of pulling into my carport and seeing him sitting there on my park bench, just waiting for me and not caring what any of my neighbours thought he was doing sitting there...ugh...music that reminds me of that time, is the only external reminder that i have.
I don't have internal triggers...at all. Nothing inside me could ever make me consider going back. I would just take a short cut and go straight to that bridge, before i ever even contemplated it, because i know that is the only place that life would ever take me. So i would not waste my time. I would just jump.
Chapter 7: TriggersI am hitting the sack early again tonight. I feel drained...and so tired.
Creates awareness of how our brains automatically connect the people, places, and things around us with the pleasure of the high; defines external and internal triggers.