Hey all,
Good news. The mess is over! I'm back home. Been back a couple of days.
Ex is now moved. I had to stay with her for a week at the old house while she packed. I helped her move etc. The evil lady tried to cause drama, so we had to call police again. Her case is with the CPS and we're waiting to see if they will charge her or not.
I ended up developing an alcohol problem through all of this. It was the only thing I could use to relax me during all this stress. It gave me the Dutch courage to do what needed to be done. I'd have never left the house if I didn't.
Now I'm back home, taking my meds as normal, and not wanting to do anything or go anywhere. It's as if alcohol gives me life, and without it I become a mess. When I quit for over 2 years that's when I became reclused.
I'm just so bored. There's a lot I can do, but there's no motivation or desire to do it. I've been having negative thoughts a lot. My anger levels can become a problem.
The other day I got a taxi home, and my card wouldn't work in the cash machine so I couldn't get the money to pay the driver. I ended up standing there slapping my head getting very angry. Taxi driver seen I wasn't doing well and helped me relax and said don't worry, we'll sort it. I had to call a friend to come and pay the driver. He shook my hand afterwards and told me to relax and take care. He was really nice.
I melt down in tough situations. So I've decided it's just better I stay away from problems as much as possible and remain in my house.
I like the peace. I like the freedom.
I need to knock this drinking on the head. I have appointment on 21st at 9.30 with mental health team. Do I tell them this? Will they think I'm wasting their time because I am drinking alcohol? What if they deem me an addict and remove me from their care to place me under some addiction scheme? I don't want that.
I'm dreading the appointment. I can't just relax because I know it's in a few days. It's a change to my routine having to wake up early, and get somebody to give me a lift.
Ontop of that I'm convinced I've got throat cancer. My health anxiety is going wacky, and I'm OCD with checking my throat.
Life feels like an endless battle at the moment.