I guess I'm willing to understand why my roomie drinks daily, even after quitting / having a suspended sentence hanging over his head.
A few bad decisions, some bad luck, and a healthy dose of Life, and you go from having the World to Nothing.
Once you reach a certain depth, it seems highly improbable to ever recover (and bipolarity doesn't help, as we both know all too well).
I'm still employed and paying all the bills; today I received word that my hours might be cut 62.5% (and was again told to double production or be laid off). I'm wondering if losing my house and living in my van (has never run) wouldn't be more fitting for someone as unstable as myself.
Also saw my former best friend today, twice, by chance, from a distance. A sad reminder of happier times.
I've again been downsizing what's left of my life, and I wonder if (or how long ago) I've set myself on a final path towards non-existence. I thought I'd given up on self-destruction, but I guess I never replaced it with anything, so regression is the logical result.
Try to have a safe & healthy weekend everyone.