Originally Posted by
artsoul 
I didn't care about much at the end either, but I sure could drag myself to the liquor store.
At one point, I didn't care whether I lived or died (or so I thought). It took getting sober to get my sanity back but once I did, I started to see that life was worth living. I even started liking myself.....
Things really will get better, even if you can't see it now. Promise!
I absolutely agree I reached that point where I was doing these high risk things and I just didn't care whether I lived or died. I know I just wanted to die honestly. I felt no hope or way out of this cycle. So many dangerous things..
- passing out with the oven on with food in it burning to a crisp.
- passing out in bed with alcohol in hand in bed waking up to that with a hangover.. how depressing and pathetic is that?
- I had a bad fire half drunk cooking
- falling over and breaking things, breaking glasses
- fights
- ruined relationships
- high risk sex
- police arrests
- assaulted someone
the list goes on it is so unhealthy.