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Edited on Tue Aug-22-06 03:28 PM by KyndCulture
No amount of trying to help or getting angry will work.
Trust me on this, it wasn't meth it was booze, and everytime i blacked out and did something stupid or embarrassing my boyfriend spent 2 days screaming at me. Did't work, made me rebel. Put the bottle right back in my hand.
20 days I go I drank an entire 5th of vodka straight from the bottle. I fell in the kitchen and cracked my head wide open. I woke up on he kitchen floor in a pool of blood. This was my last drink. I don't want to die, by accident or by disease. For me it was the breaking point that made me wake up and say, this is over. I'm gonna kill myself and I am too young to be acting like this every single day.
The only person that can make her want to stop is her, she will hit that enevitable rock bottom that we all hit. She has to,and she will realize what she is doing to her body, her family, her life.... god speed, I hope she does it soon.
Enabling her is the worst thing anyone could do. I knew how to con excuses out of everyone for me being drunk, I ran the gamate of lies. Course no one was buying it, the day I woke up with a slit open head was the first day I actually said to myself, I am not a social drinker. I am an alcoholc. A very liberating statement to admit it, even if only to yourself. Since, I have admitted it to the people my drinking really hurt. Hard ass thing to do, but most of them are so happy for me that I am getting sober, it was all forgiven.
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