...when you wake in the morning and find you have a cut up foot and blood has been walked all round the house and is all over the beige carpet.
Later you find a smashed fish bowl on the garage floor and vaguely remember kicking it in a drunken rage.
Later still you a have a recollection of 2 police officers standing at the foot of your bed in the middle of the night and asking what the crying had been about and where all the blood had come from.
Being too drunk and hungover the whole of the next day to even get to the hospital for stitches.
My foot is a mess still - one year later - but it's one hell of a reminder.
This thread is good to read.
None of it is anything to be proud of but realising others have the same catalogue of crazy experiences as you helps to lift a bit of the guilt.
For me, the guilt and disgust I feel after some drunken escapades hits me so hard that I can't think about recovering....I just want to cease to exist. So relieving some of that burden with others doesn't change the seriousness of it, but it does help me get out of the past and be hopeful of the future.
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