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15th October 2016
I take interest in your post for a Detoxification Technician as I have a degree in Psychology and four years of experience working with the homeless population of Los Angeles. In this employment I often worked with clients with drug issues and had to supervise them during the withdrawal phase of their substance use.
I’m very familiar with searching client’s belongings, but the bulk of the drug paraphernalia I have confiscated and destroyed has been cannabis related. I’ve worked closely with Police Officers, Assisted Paramedics, and written reports regarding all manner of odd subjects when on duty.
I have learned through education that all healthy relationships, client and caregiver included, start with a standpoint of mutual respect. I then applied this idea in the workplace and know how well it fits recovery.
I believe that I can be a real asset to your team,
Richard Leland Neal
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4th October 2016
I’m feeling low. To be clear my depression has gotten the better of me, and I have suffered for it financially. I have less than a month left on my Unemployment, but I need to reopen the claim. My comics, both ‘Jonny American’ and ‘Random Street Theater’ are far behind in posting, and my life is torn and broken.
I keep saying to myself that today will be the day I turn things around, but even when I get a good start I fizzle out. As if depression were some old cloak that took on the stains and stench of life and is too thick and cumbersome to walk with I cast if off and find the cold biting then take it up again.
Here, in the morning chill, I sit looking over the chores and tasks that lay before me like obstacles in some great course or leering faces promising pain and toil. Even as I write this I find myself full of digressions. I should keep at it until I’ve finished, but I stop and doddle.
I think that is my life, a doddling, a pile of things I should have done. In this room, in this house, in this world, just piles of things left undone and waiting for some unknown event to rouse me like some daemon from a long forgotten crypt.
Keep after things, little sister,
Richard Leland Neal