He drove me home that night. I sat in the leather passenger seat too fucking stoned to move or think. I just kept whispering I love you I love you I love you over and over maybe hoping that the love I had for him would save me. I didn’t know then that things get worse. I might have felt empty with all the THC running through my bloodstream, but at least I felt content. Without drugs filling up my veins keeping my mind and body sedated I would be always be a nervous wreck. I would be alone with my anxiety cutting every tie to everyone I ever knew. I should have let that medicine man keep me sedated and happy.