JasperTheReckless
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Nov 1, 2011
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I don't know where to start;
Today I lost one of the best friends I have ever had, in fact I'd say one of those friends that you only run across once, maybe twice in a lifetime. I'm past my quota, and am having trouble coming to terms with it. They no longer have any desire to continue to speak to me, and (without meaning for it to sound like an excuse) I am at this moment, three hours past getting discharged from acute care, for a failed suicide attempt last week. I thought I was ready to come home and get to crackin' skulls on whatever needed work, and fixing; but sure enough, an hour inside my house and things are back to sliding downhill at an alarming rate. I'm not ready to cope with things like this, i'm one month sober, excusing the failed attempt, and I am (was?) excited to keep it that way; however, my mind is welcoming the idea of gettinf fucked up to any extent just so things will stop hurting so badly. It's not cool that when I try to sort things out, when I get a grip on my life and start to make the necessary improvements, all the people who stuck by through all the rough stuff, choose now to leave my side. I don't blame them, I am a wretched individual, but knowing so doesn't make it any easier to deal.
I feel like i'm ranting, so i'll finish the post later on if i can add anything beneficial. I'm just looking for any and all advice for the better.
Today I lost one of the best friends I have ever had, in fact I'd say one of those friends that you only run across once, maybe twice in a lifetime. I'm past my quota, and am having trouble coming to terms with it. They no longer have any desire to continue to speak to me, and (without meaning for it to sound like an excuse) I am at this moment, three hours past getting discharged from acute care, for a failed suicide attempt last week. I thought I was ready to come home and get to crackin' skulls on whatever needed work, and fixing; but sure enough, an hour inside my house and things are back to sliding downhill at an alarming rate. I'm not ready to cope with things like this, i'm one month sober, excusing the failed attempt, and I am (was?) excited to keep it that way; however, my mind is welcoming the idea of gettinf fucked up to any extent just so things will stop hurting so badly. It's not cool that when I try to sort things out, when I get a grip on my life and start to make the necessary improvements, all the people who stuck by through all the rough stuff, choose now to leave my side. I don't blame them, I am a wretched individual, but knowing so doesn't make it any easier to deal.
I feel like i'm ranting, so i'll finish the post later on if i can add anything beneficial. I'm just looking for any and all advice for the better.