I was away with friends when I found out he had died, celebrating a 40th birthday. I went quite numb, but was quite adamant that I didn't need a drink, and didn't tell anyone as not to put a downer on the weekend and carried on, stone cold sober. But this weekend, just gone I have totally lost the plot. I have just been on an almighty binge and have not been able to stop crying. Monday night my husband came home to a blubbering wife drunk, trying to explain the voices in my head and how I couldn't cope. He was very disappointed that I had been drinking, and was deeply upset. I packed a bag on Tuesday and came to stay at a friend?s caravan to escape. I really felt as if my head was going to explode. The suicidal thoughts were overwhelming.
What am I trying to say??? The death has stirred up a whole almighty heap of family politics, including my step dad who disowned me (that hurt) and the step sister I don't speak to having her say over the funeral, really being quite unpleasant. I know I am only baby steps into being sober, but the force at which this has hit me has really rocked me.
On the plus side, my AL counsellor called me out of the blue to see if I wanted to hook up, (thank you Mark, you will never know how much I need that snotty tearful conversation). I am going to see him next week.
So back to the tools, relaxation CD's and MWO. It didn't help that I have not checked the boards for a few days. God, this is such a f***ing evil, evil, lying beast, that really has teeth and so hard to shake. :upset:
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