The aftermath
So that's what rock bottom feels like. That was the closest I've ever been to going over the edge completely. Everything was just building up to last night. Jen, my dad, the drop back into clinical depression (hello anti-depressants! I've missed you!), the whole she-bang. I'm worried about just how far I would have gone. Would I be posting this if there had been more paracetamol in the house? It's the first time ever, including the dark days, that I've genuinley felt that I just don't want to be here anymore. I don't know what stopped me but I'm glad it did. I just ended up crying myself to sleep. Now I've just got to pick up the pieces and move on somehow.
I don't know why I'm posting this. To get it off my chest? Maybe. A desperate plea for attention? More than likely.
Hopefully this will be the end of the down period. The only way is up supposedly.
I don't know why I'm posting this. To get it off my chest? Maybe. A desperate plea for attention? More than likely.
Hopefully this will be the end of the down period. The only way is up supposedly.