hitting rock bottom doesn’t mean I have to stay there
Everyone’s rock bottom is different. Things could be worse for me; I still have a roof over my head, I still have money in the bank, and I haven’t hurt myself. I’m haven’t been on the street drinking, and I haven’t been arrested.
My rock bottom is life-threatening sickness in body, mind, emotions, and spirit. I feel so ill that I don’t want to eat and I can’t sleep. I’ve been sipping a little weak beer to stave off the symptoms of acute alcoholic withdrawal, and because it helps ameriolate the worst symptoms of Borderline Personality Disorder. (a couple of cans a day)
I’m so emotionally distressed and depressed that I’ve been wondering if it’s worth going on at all.
And yet, some very kind people care about me, and my ending it all would be very unfair to them.
So, I need to pick myself up from this self-inflicted hell, take the time and do the right things to recover ~ writing this blog helps.
There are some kind people I care about very much, and I send them all my love.
I need to find a new and better road