This is far from easy to admit but alot happened Tuesday night. The accumulation of stress of having my sister here with us while she is pregnant. First thing my sister is borderline personality disorder with narcissistic characterics. Pretty much if she is talking she is Lying. I love my nephew so much but he is hyper and the choas with her screaming at him and waking up to him screaming about something gets to a person.
Tuesday night I consumed a large amount of wine and beer. I have no memory of even doing it. Apparently my sister called the sheriff and I remember talking to one of them briefly and them Asking my mom was I going to be ok. She told them yes. They apparently told my sister she had to leave and back home to her place. Later that night I woke up briefly and fell hitting my head. I remember shaking and telling my mom she is killing me and I can't go on like this. My mom got me back to bed and hugged me told me you shut down and completely borke down. ( I looked it up and sure enough my body and consciousiness shut down) I woke up back up this time around 9 pm with no recollection of what happened and starving. Ate some dinner and looked in the mirror and realized I had bruises on my face and arms
I know this makes me sound like an alcoholic but I promise I am not. I just was beaten down more mentally then anything else. What I need more than anything else is the love and support of friends both irl and here. I am going to be ok... I promise that!
Tuesday night I consumed a large amount of wine and beer. I have no memory of even doing it. Apparently my sister called the sheriff and I remember talking to one of them briefly and them Asking my mom was I going to be ok. She told them yes. They apparently told my sister she had to leave and back home to her place. Later that night I woke up briefly and fell hitting my head. I remember shaking and telling my mom she is killing me and I can't go on like this. My mom got me back to bed and hugged me told me you shut down and completely borke down. ( I looked it up and sure enough my body and consciousiness shut down) I woke up back up this time around 9 pm with no recollection of what happened and starving. Ate some dinner and looked in the mirror and realized I had bruises on my face and arms
I know this makes me sound like an alcoholic but I promise I am not. I just was beaten down more mentally then anything else. What I need more than anything else is the love and support of friends both irl and here. I am going to be ok... I promise that!
