itsmeagain
Specialist
- Jan 28, 2020
- 334
I keep thinking back to last weekend. I went over to the only friend who understands what it's like to be in this depressive rut. To be in this screwed up mess. The only difference is that he isn't on board, nor would he support my suicidal thoughts. I wouldn't ask anyone that knows me that closely to.
But when I went to his house, I drank for the first time in my life. I've always been that poster child that said "I'll never drink! Drinking is awful!"because through all my life my loss my depression, I've never been this low. I'm underage by a few months, and it's awful, because now, I feel like I found the one thing that parts the clouds for just a little bit.
I drank just enough I felt like I had a nice massage. my limbs were loose but my head was as clear as it was now.
But the problem with being a kindhearted, friendly therapist-like friend with these morals of never drinking
is that now I can't get my hands on any alcohol if I wanted to. All my friends will be like "You're drinking! Whoa that's awesome! Why? And why do you need so much?" And they'll never understand that it's the only medication I can have that'll help me. Drinking is bad, yes, but I'm hardly even drinking to get drunk. I'm drinking to feel like I have some control over how I feel. I don't see myself always needing it either, I just want to be able to maybe live a bit longer for the people who need me.
I have no idea how I'm going to make it through this week. Every moment is hard, every day is agony. I can't focus I can't feel good, and It's horrible. I'm supposed to see that friend next week and I was able to mention to him that I wanted to take a bottle home with me...
But then I'm not going to see him for a long time. I have no idea how I'm going to find parties on campus and act like I belong, or anything. Especially not in the middle of the week.
Am I just not supposed to last these few months until I'm 21...?
Damn.
But when I went to his house, I drank for the first time in my life. I've always been that poster child that said "I'll never drink! Drinking is awful!"because through all my life my loss my depression, I've never been this low. I'm underage by a few months, and it's awful, because now, I feel like I found the one thing that parts the clouds for just a little bit.
I drank just enough I felt like I had a nice massage. my limbs were loose but my head was as clear as it was now.
But the problem with being a kindhearted, friendly therapist-like friend with these morals of never drinking
is that now I can't get my hands on any alcohol if I wanted to. All my friends will be like "You're drinking! Whoa that's awesome! Why? And why do you need so much?" And they'll never understand that it's the only medication I can have that'll help me. Drinking is bad, yes, but I'm hardly even drinking to get drunk. I'm drinking to feel like I have some control over how I feel. I don't see myself always needing it either, I just want to be able to maybe live a bit longer for the people who need me.
I have no idea how I'm going to make it through this week. Every moment is hard, every day is agony. I can't focus I can't feel good, and It's horrible. I'm supposed to see that friend next week and I was able to mention to him that I wanted to take a bottle home with me...
But then I'm not going to see him for a long time. I have no idea how I'm going to find parties on campus and act like I belong, or anything. Especially not in the middle of the week.
Am I just not supposed to last these few months until I'm 21...?
Damn.