my hatred of myself goes back a very long way bullied at school ,forced to go to work instead of college etc.
but 13 years ago there was hope when i met my soulmate char,she was everything you could want kind ,happy,funny,warm we had a great life and were a very loving touchy feely kind of couple.but 9 years ago she started to dabble in drugs and although i stuck around and tried everything to help her kick the habit and it was so bad coming home to people i didnt know or trust just sparked out in the rooms.waiting for me to pay for chars drugs.
so finally i couldnt take it no more and left we were heartbroken so after a week i went back but at our flat i couldnt get in,so after a few hours we broke in to find her dead in a chair ,she had o'd on heroin and didnt stand a chance that she may have survived had the drugs been clean and will never know if they were the drugs i had bought the police wouldnt charge me either .thatwas 8 years ago when my world ended.her diary had blamed me for everything so ,so did everyone else i lost friends family and the point of living
a few years later when my mum died was another step ill never know if she still blamed me?there has not been one good up in my life since that day and after 2 attempts im still here still wanting to die still hiding rope,plans,notes in places i know so that when the time is right i just go still checking how long it will take me to get to beachy head,still not wanting to face xmas alone again but now ive found these forums which are my release i havent drank in 3 months and havnt cut/burned my self in 2,but the thoughts are still there.
im sorry for this version i made it as short as possible..........andi
but 13 years ago there was hope when i met my soulmate char,she was everything you could want kind ,happy,funny,warm we had a great life and were a very loving touchy feely kind of couple.but 9 years ago she started to dabble in drugs and although i stuck around and tried everything to help her kick the habit and it was so bad coming home to people i didnt know or trust just sparked out in the rooms.waiting for me to pay for chars drugs.
so finally i couldnt take it no more and left we were heartbroken so after a week i went back but at our flat i couldnt get in,so after a few hours we broke in to find her dead in a chair ,she had o'd on heroin and didnt stand a chance that she may have survived had the drugs been clean and will never know if they were the drugs i had bought the police wouldnt charge me either .thatwas 8 years ago when my world ended.her diary had blamed me for everything so ,so did everyone else i lost friends family and the point of living
a few years later when my mum died was another step ill never know if she still blamed me?there has not been one good up in my life since that day and after 2 attempts im still here still wanting to die still hiding rope,plans,notes in places i know so that when the time is right i just go still checking how long it will take me to get to beachy head,still not wanting to face xmas alone again but now ive found these forums which are my release i havent drank in 3 months and havnt cut/burned my self in 2,but the thoughts are still there.
im sorry for this version i made it as short as possible..........andi