[sarcgeo]

I hope this story reaches someone in despair and thinks there is no hope.

After the many, many years of having my soul annihilated by my angry mother. I had many suicide attempts. Eventually, I found my cure to numb the hate I felt towards myself. Like I said, I would spit in the mirror at the image I saw. I hatched a plan, to drink myself to death. I feel in love with alcohol, since it soothed my feelings of despair and anger. I guess I was lucky, because I have heard that some people are angry drunks. I was a happy drunk. A couple of years into the drinking, I tried many different drugs. Probably the only drug I never did was heroin. This was all to numb the pain and cause my eventual death.

Then, one night after drinking one bottle of whisky and having some meth. I looked at a full bottle of Tylenol. I looked at the ceiling and something appeared, perhaps an angel, I don't know. Perhaps some euphoria from all the drugs I took, but it gave me warmth. I didn't take the bottle of Tylenol and eventually, gave up alcohol and the drugs. This was 20 years ago and I am sober.

Never give up hope and one day you will be rewarded. I was rewarded by watching the birth of my daughter and this wouldn't have happened if my plan succeeded. There is hope, trust me I was there in that bottomless pit.

--sarc

[Skeezyks]

I'm glad you were able to find your way through the sad legacy of your youth. Thanks for sharing the story.

[Buffy01]

Originally Posted by sarcgeo

I hope this story reaches someone in despair and thinks there is no hope.

After the many, many years of having my soul annihilated by my angry mother. I had many suicide attempts. Eventually, I found my cure to numb the hate I felt towards myself. Like I said, I would spit in the mirror at the image I saw. I hatched a plan, to drink myself to death. I feel in love with alcohol, since it soothed my feelings of despair and anger. I guess I was lucky, because I have heard that some people are angry drunks. I was a happy drunk. A couple of years into the drinking, I tried many different drugs. Probably the only drug I never did was heroin. This was all to numb the pain and cause my eventual death.

Then, one night after drinking one bottle of whisky and having some meth. I looked at a full bottle of Tylenol. I looked at the ceiling and something appeared, perhaps an angel, I don't know. Perhaps some euphoria from all the drugs I took, but it gave me warmth. I didn't take the bottle of Tylenol and eventually, gave up alcohol and the drugs. This was 20 years ago and I am sober.

Never give up hope and one day you will be rewarded. I was rewarded by watching the birth of my daughter and this wouldn't have happened if my plan succeeded. There is hope, trust me I was there in that bottomless pit.

--sarc

I'm glad that you are still here with us!