Being
desperate again, I would only seek refuge from the bottle. Then, it would
start all over again. I don't want to fail anymore, but it seems
inevitable that I will.
The
illness has to be controlled for me to be successful. I cannot withstand
the power of illness on my own. It might require that I be put in hospital
for a short time to prevent relapse, but if that will work, it would be
worth it.
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Other
than that, I have no other choice than to choose my dark place for refuge.
My sanity is at stake. If it means rotting out my liver, so be it. Every
day that I am alive is a blessing. I could only live one day at a time. If
I have to erase those memories of those days, I will. This is done with
the aid of alcohol and the darkness. Weeks, months, and years will quickly
slip by me until God takes me to a better place.
My
sanity is very important to me, and I will do everything in my power to
keep it at whatever the cost. Losing control of my actions is the scariest
thing I have ever had to face. At least drinking to a stupor will lessen
the chances of losing control of my mind. In a way, I still lose control,
but I am peaceful. I just hop in a cab, go home, and pass out till
morning.
When
I lose control of my mind that is when trouble starts. Sometimes, not even
the booze will stop it if I don't catch it in time. Timing is very
important. Alcohol is used as a preventive measure, not a cure, it can't
help me while I am already in the grips of illness, and booze just fuels
it. If I am in psychosis, the alcohol will magnify the effect of the
illness turning me into a dangerous and unpredictable man.
Fortunately,
I have medication to prevent that from happening. Now, all I have to deal
with is the emotional and bipolar affects of illness. This is easier to
control. Alcohol does numb these effects. It is a depressant itself and,
in fact, it makes things worse, but you don't feel it. You are safe and
content away from harm.
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