| Thanks ..I don´t want to be something I´m not. I´m tired of that. All my defenses are down..I know what I´m made of. It´s not pretty. I tried to kill myself here and the guardia civil found me in a field...20 miles from my villiage. They put me in the psych ward..and here it´s just like in the movies..people all have white gowns, the nurses want you to sit in front of the TV and do nothing more.I had to lie so they would let me out. I would face anything then being stuck in there. They give you drugs so you will behave.
So, I feel like I sleep with death, thinking that is the only way to escape these emotions. And reading on here these emotions are part of the drinking problem.
Anyways..thanks again barb dwyer |