So last new year's I was withdrawing from Zoloft and intoxicated and got kicked out of a night club and walked home alone in the cold and came home and took an old tv that didn't work and smashed it against a chest of drawers, repeatedly, until the tv was completely destroyed into pieces and the chest of drawers was severely damaged. I also smashed my alarm clock and then I cut myself on my forearms with some of the broken glass and metal. This was the first and last time I've injured myself that badly, or had such a destructive outburst. I was incredibly lonely and upset, but also out of control because of the alcohol and effects of Zoloft withdrawal, I think. It was a total meltdown. I was incredibly lonely after the loss of a relationship I had with someone I loved very much, incredibly depressed, poor, unemployed, living with a bipolar father and somewhat sexually abusive mother at age 29.
These all sound like excuses though and it's been so difficult trying to come to terms with what I did. Often over the past year I've just ignored that it happened; for the past year I have covered the chest of drawers up with an old duvet and old clothes hoping they won't notice. I feel like they must have/could have looked underneath at some point out of curiosity but up until this point they have not said anything. I'm not sure if they know or not or if they've decided not to say anything or maybe they just haven't looked yet. I still have garbage bags full of the broken tv set and some pieces of broken wood in garbage bags in my room as well. My dad made some vague comment like "I don't know what's in there" but he didn't seem too upset so maybe he didn't look too closely at it, or maybe he did, I'm not sure. I feel like they must know, but they might also very well not know, or be in denial. I have no idea.
They are out of town again this year just for a day or two so now is my chance to try to dispose of the evidence, as it were. I don't know how to explain to them that that chest of drawers in my room has suddenly disappeared. I don't even know how to dismantle it or get rid of it or where I would take it to. I don't even know if i can move it myself, and also don't know how I would explain this to them either. Don't know how to explain the garbage bags of broken stuff being gone. Basically, I'm trying to decide if I should lie to my parents, or if I should fess up. I don't know what they will do though maybe they will kick me out if they know the truth; as much as I am unhappy living here I don't have anywhere else to go right now, and am finding it very difficult to look for work in my current condition. I'm trying to figure out if I should just get rid of the evidence and concoct some sort of story and hope they believe me, or what. I know I did something very very wrong, and have gotten rid of the drugs and alcohol out of my life over the past year, and I don't feel like I am capable of doing something like that again, but I'm still finding it very difficult to figure out what is the right thing to do to address this situation. I like the idea of doing the honest thing and telling the truth, but if the consequence is being kicked out onto the street, I don't know if this is something I can handle right now in my current condition i.e. severely depressed.
These all sound like excuses though and it's been so difficult trying to come to terms with what I did. Often over the past year I've just ignored that it happened; for the past year I have covered the chest of drawers up with an old duvet and old clothes hoping they won't notice. I feel like they must have/could have looked underneath at some point out of curiosity but up until this point they have not said anything. I'm not sure if they know or not or if they've decided not to say anything or maybe they just haven't looked yet. I still have garbage bags full of the broken tv set and some pieces of broken wood in garbage bags in my room as well. My dad made some vague comment like "I don't know what's in there" but he didn't seem too upset so maybe he didn't look too closely at it, or maybe he did, I'm not sure. I feel like they must know, but they might also very well not know, or be in denial. I have no idea.
They are out of town again this year just for a day or two so now is my chance to try to dispose of the evidence, as it were. I don't know how to explain to them that that chest of drawers in my room has suddenly disappeared. I don't even know how to dismantle it or get rid of it or where I would take it to. I don't even know if i can move it myself, and also don't know how I would explain this to them either. Don't know how to explain the garbage bags of broken stuff being gone. Basically, I'm trying to decide if I should lie to my parents, or if I should fess up. I don't know what they will do though maybe they will kick me out if they know the truth; as much as I am unhappy living here I don't have anywhere else to go right now, and am finding it very difficult to look for work in my current condition. I'm trying to figure out if I should just get rid of the evidence and concoct some sort of story and hope they believe me, or what. I know I did something very very wrong, and have gotten rid of the drugs and alcohol out of my life over the past year, and I don't feel like I am capable of doing something like that again, but I'm still finding it very difficult to figure out what is the right thing to do to address this situation. I like the idea of doing the honest thing and telling the truth, but if the consequence is being kicked out onto the street, I don't know if this is something I can handle right now in my current condition i.e. severely depressed.
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