TRIP REPORT It was around 730pm and I was entering withdrawal of methadone, and the reason is bc I was abusing it way more than I told anyone. A friend, a very sweet person, has been there for me when I felt I had no one, besides my saint of a mom. I knew doing tree work in withdrawal and poking up my arms was killing me, and it took me to do hardcore labor to see, I was dancing with darkness and an obsession of shooting a liquid that gave me a false sense of warmth and was killing me. Somet...