Cut-off straws that were useless to drink your Pepsi with made the perfect suction for inhaling poison I would often find them discarded under the crab apple tree in front of our house. Like opening the kitchen cabinet to find a little corner ripped off the roll of aluminum foil-my uncle used them to construct his aspirin bottle crack pipes. The things that are not talked about in the glamorization of addiction played out on your favorite television shows. I thought about the shame I felt as I walked past the neighborhood bodega, eyes fixed to the ground, to avoid making eye contact with my brother who stood outside, shaking in the middle of three-day crack cocaine binge. Years that morphed into the “I’ll just do it myself” attitude that haunts my relationships to this day. The many years my uncle, brother, and father spent in and out of prison, leaving my mother and I alone-years that robbed me of having a father, of having a stable male presence in our family. Instead, I went back in time, back to a time before I knew that substances and people were not meant to be abused. I knew that she was more than likely referring to my own addictions, but I did not want to talk about those. “What do you feel addiction has stolen from you?” ![]() I disinterestedly responded, “I’m sorry, can you ask the question again?” Her pause snapped me back into the conversation. The afternoon sun danced on her desk, diverting my attention from her latest inquisition. The sixty pounds that I’d shed in prison had already begun to creep back on, settling at my waist, legs, and arms, reminding me that my body was trauma’s home. I sat across from her desk in an uncomfortable wooden chair, my legs spread slightly open, unable to cross due to the girth of my thighs. This was my third visit with Kali, a blond-haired, blue-eyed recent graduate with rail-thin lips that she constantly slathered in Chapstick during our sessions. Six months after the end of a two-and-a-half-year prison sentence I served for larceny and embezzlement. Questioning the decency of YSRCP leaders still meddling with distribution of Anandaiah medicine even after the High Court issued orders against interference, TDP politburo member Yanamala Ramakrishnudu said even Bhaskar Reddy started his own distribution of Anandaiah medicine and the packets he was distributing were printed with the labels of YSRCP leaders.At twenty-nine, I found myself sitting in a therapist office, six months away from the end of my court-ordered parole. On Monday, the ruling party MLA Chevireddy Bhaskar Reddy officially started the distribution of Anandaiah’s concoction in his constituency. The concoction supplied here was packed in containers sporting the photographs of the Chief Minister, his father and the local MLA. While the herbal medicine maker himself was engaged in preparing and distributing the concoction for the people of Sarvepalli constituency, his son Sridhar and Anandaiah’s followers were involved in the same at Chandragiri constituency. ![]() This stirred up a controversy with Opposition parties accusing YSRCP leaders of ‘self-promotion’ at the time of crisis and also it created a hullabaloo on social media with many netizens trolling the MLA.Īfter the state government gave green signal, Anandaiah and his team resumed distribution of herbal concoction on Monday. ![]() TIRUPATI: Chandragiri MLA Chevireddy Bhaskar Reddy distributed Anandaiah herbal medicine for Covid treatment in a container with photographs of Chief Minister Y S Jagan Mohan Reddy, former Chief Minister late YS Rajasekhar Reddy and the MLA himself to the people of his constituency on Monday.
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