Today I feel like my head is back on straight. I was genuinely scared. I’ve been trucking along hitting little bumps in the road here and there but hadn’t blown any tires or anything. Ran low on gas but was never left stranded. And then suddenly it was like someone threw two massive boulders straight into my face about two seconds a part.
Shit happens and all but it was so EXTREME.
And for someone who is used to disclosing everything on my blog it has been a trip not being able to write exactly what happened.
We didn’t really talk most of the weekend, Adam was still pretty distant and I was still pretty sick, I didn’t eat solid food until Tuesday. I was on my liquid I have killer anxiety diet. I’ve probably lost another five pounds but I’ll gain it back, I always do.
I scared a lot of my friends and I feel like a total cunt for that, I haven’t felt that suicidal since my last actual breakdown which I looked up with my search bar, it was at the end of February 2008. But through seeing my psychiatrist for a few extra appointments, I’m doing my best, which at times throughout the week my best hasn’t been my best, or good enough, but late Monday night Adam started to talk to me again and I’ve started to process what happened from a much clearer place with eyes wide open, hindsight and awareness of red flags I missed.
I hate it when the most cliché sayings in life turn out to be true but sometimes you really do have to [almost] lose it all to see what is staring you right in the face.
