I was in a dream interpretation class that my therapist runs. I was up getting my dream analyzed and she started bragging about how far I’ve come. I always felt like a stupid idiot .How could I have possibly gotten myself into all the crazy circumstances I’ve been in. Too too many. Well I cried for two days not only for myself but for all the friends I’ve lost that I knew from room and boards I’ve live in. They died of overdoses, my roommate died of AIDS, and many were addicted to pain pills. They’ll do anything to get their pain pills and it’s a horrible death.my roommate with AIDS suffered tremendously,. It was my friends birthday and I went to wake her up to celebrate and she was dead. I had a friend stop her meds after having a baby went to her apartment and starved herself to death. I tried everything to get n contact with her but t failed. I was able to at least help two friends from dying. I would listen to dr amen about the havoc drugs do to your brain. It’s deadly. what do you think?