I had posted a discussion about alcohol and over dosing. I got several responses one that bothered me the most is that I was told " get my ass to a meeting" The point I was getting at in my first discussion was yes I realize I have a problem, I am getting help for that. I almost lost my life, and I realize how ignorant I was. Even though my couselor says I had no suicidal idealazions, it was a matter of lack of thought process due to my alcohol consumption. But my point that I was trying to make is someone who was supposed to of loved me and cared about me allowed me to pursue what I thought was my destination. They saw what was happening, and did nothing until I was at the point of unconciouness, and gargling in my own blood due to falling and hitting my face on a bureau. And I am still trying to recover, but how am I supposed to recover and go on when I feel inside that my life wasnt worthwhile to someone who was supposed to of cared for me? Yes they called for help, but at the last moments.
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