Some time I ago I was talking to my therapist post an overdose, a psychiatric evaluation of sorts, to try and find out if I was self-harming, or it was a genuine mistake.
I don’t think it was a mistake, I don’t think any of my substance abuse was a mistake, that I just made once or twice. I think I consume copious amounts of narcotics at time just to stop feeling, I understand that can lead to death. I never think I’m that far gone, until my body tells me otherwise.
During my sessions, and my massive amounts of googling, trying to figure out what’s wrong with me, cause doctors didn’t seem to be right, maybe I was in denial when I was told seeking closure through communicating with people I still think about is a bad idea.
I can’t do that, it’s harder than changing every iota of my personality.
I wish that I could cure it all, but for some reason I can’t.
Some time ago I was given advice, I just can’t seem to follow it.
A Sane Undertaking 