Writing my last post before I go into rehabilitation, just want to say I'm glad I found this thread last month because all of you are awesome in your way and I love ya'll. I hope that when I get out, that I will be better mentally. Seeya when I seeya, BCT.
-L.R.
Take care. A few of us have been through it and it's important to know that you'll get thru it. I've heard it said that you'll look back on this in many years and it will be summed up in a sentence or two. What seems overwhelming, all encompassing, everlasting and complete will be just a blip. The most you would muster will be fully relegated to 2 sentences.
IE: 2016 sucked but I'm better.
Just imagine the idea that a shit sandwich that can throw you off so much could be dismissed, by you, in 2 sentences.
For me, it was 2007. Just a complete shit burger. Was suicidal, tearful, just a mess. And now, I'm way past it.
Put another way, the sun always rises. You have another day to change.
This is not to dismiss what you are going thru. But when I went thru it, I couldn't see the future or hope. The lack of hope was the worst part. It reinforced itself, strengthened itself, kept it close to me.
Hope helps. Hope saves. Try to find your hope. Mine came in a 6 year old boy not related to me by blood but by grace. Your hope is out there, somewhere.
Bless you, my man.