When she was high on opiates she said she didn't want to live and that the world finally didn't hurt. When they wore off, she couldn't walk. It wasn't that she couldn't get herself out of bed, it was that the pain had hit her too hard.
When she was high on weed she giggled more than any other time because everything was good and she wasn't doing anything wrong. Her hallucinations were colors and she laughed with the voices in her head.
When she was drunk on vodka she silenced the voices and could function more than usual because she acted as she felt for the first time in a while.
When she was drunk on wine she cried and cried and drank and drank and the pills called her so she could get higher and higher.