goingonhope
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My 1st hospitilization was when I was 21 yrs. old. Don't remember whether I was anorexic / bulimic or combo of both, but I was and severely malnourished and dependent upon alcohol. But, didn't know this at the time. I couldn't cope and keep my job. My life was in shambles. I suffered enorm. anxiety attacks and depression and somewhere in this all I met a man who lived with my uncle and could have cared less about him as a friend; It was never anything more.
Anyhow it was awful how I treated him, for the brief time that I knew him. I used his friendship for car rides and so that I could borrow his car. When he suggested that I had a drinking problem, I grew enraged on two different occassions. At mother's house once he had said this and I retreived the two bottles of liquor I had in the house and somehow poured it out over his head at the kitchen sink. I pretty much remember how this came to happen but I don't want to go into detail as it A) makes me feel as if I'm some cruel monster and B) fear you'all think I was proud. In fact, not proud at all, still thouroughly ashamed, of how I treated this man. There was at least one other incident where it might be accurate to claim I behaved like a visicous animal while enraged. Years later I located his #, called him and apoligized, he had difficulty at first remembering and then once he did he easily forgave me. I still have difficulty forgiving myself for this one, when recalling it.
why am I doing this to myself and willingly posting this here? what is becoming of me? have I lost all sense? this is horrible what I did to this guy and it's all in the far past...he forgave me...and now have I really forgiven myself.
Anyhow it was awful how I treated him, for the brief time that I knew him. I used his friendship for car rides and so that I could borrow his car. When he suggested that I had a drinking problem, I grew enraged on two different occassions. At mother's house once he had said this and I retreived the two bottles of liquor I had in the house and somehow poured it out over his head at the kitchen sink. I pretty much remember how this came to happen but I don't want to go into detail as it A) makes me feel as if I'm some cruel monster and B) fear you'all think I was proud. In fact, not proud at all, still thouroughly ashamed, of how I treated this man. There was at least one other incident where it might be accurate to claim I behaved like a visicous animal while enraged. Years later I located his #, called him and apoligized, he had difficulty at first remembering and then once he did he easily forgave me. I still have difficulty forgiving myself for this one, when recalling it.
why am I doing this to myself and willingly posting this here? what is becoming of me? have I lost all sense? this is horrible what I did to this guy and it's all in the far past...he forgave me...and now have I really forgiven myself.