Dear Inky:

Those people that honestly think “all the world is a wonderful place filled with lovely people” – ALL the world is a wonderful place, those people honestly think. I thought so too for a whole day ten years ago. I had access to methadone, a clear sweet red liquid. My goodness, the good feeling that filled me in thoroughly. Not a single unpleasant thought went through my head, all pleasant and warm and ALL the world was indeed wonderful. I called my mother and told her I loved her and it felt like I did, love with no anger and no hurt. I felt for the first time and the last time, close and loving and loved by her. It was beautiful, lasted the whole day. I didn’t want to sleep so not to lose it. Of course, I wanted this again and again. Unfortunately the methadone made me sick and no longer feeling good. I had to abandon it. Oh, the memory. I was one of those people too, on that day.

anita