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MachineGunDani
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- Sep 10, 2018
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I am beginning to get pretty trashed lol. I wanted to wait until I actually lit all the charcoal so that I didn't get burned or anything.R u drunk yet?
<3 <3 <3Good luck Dani, I know from experience alcohol detox is awful, so if there is anything i can do for you let me know! So the time till you can finally go through with your plan won't be as hard maybe.
No obligations offcourse, just know the offer is there
Thought you was being detoxed! Why would you need alcohol? I would do anything to be detoxed from alcohol. Never to want it again .I'm back. That was yet another interesting story. Absolutely nothing like last time, but similar. I made some friends and met a girl. Got back in tune with that it felt like to have my old life back. Felt like the old me again. Dealt with similar shit from the doctors and nurses (but handled it much better because I was prepared for it. I left one hell of a lasting impression, but still left without any medication. One of the nurses even remembered me from last time. When I was being discharged and dealing with the other nurses at the desk, something reminded her of me. She was like "Hey...what's your name?" And I was like "Dani." And she was like "36?" (room 36). And I was like "No, I think it was 29." And she just chuckled. I thought of it after... I'll bet it was the same nurse from last time when that girl Salena was being discharged shortly before me. And she started rushing down the hall to Room 36, and the nurse was following her saying "Where are you going??" and she was like "I have to say bye to Dani!!" And I came rushing out of the room and gave her this big hug just in case I would never see her again. I'm glad I did, because I probably won't. She would have stopped talking to me anyway. My dick is gone. See but this is my point. I can't take any of this shit anymore. Both that time....and this time....I left this hospital having panic attacks and I can't stop crying. Dani has had it. I'm done.
And now once again, same as last time...I'm all out of money for alcohol. I wish I hadn't blown all that money on a drinking binge. I should have been dead already. Now it's the same fights with my dad. I don't have money for charcoal either. And I don't know how I feel about this shed.
I'm going to try and figure it out again, but I have nowhere else to do this. It has to happen in the shed. I don't know what else to do. But I cannot scream and cry any longer. I can't take this any longer. I. Will. Not Fail. I have to get my shit and wait until the time is right. I'm thinking to wait until my dad closes the pool, which will be very soon. Then he'll have no reason to even go in the shed in the first place. And it's getting so cold that he won't bother going outside for anything.
I was detoxed. It sucked. I had to because I ran out of money for alcohol and was going to go through withdrawals, which is horrible. I was afraid of having seizures, or a stroke, or something. That would not be good. But I do need alcohol in order to pass out in the tent. Honestly I wish I saved that last $3 I had. I could have put it towards the charcoal. Instead I bought 3 little nips as soon as I got out of the hospital >_< My dad was heated. He seems to continuously have it in his head that I am going to stop drinking altogether and then magically fix my life and feel better. He is so delusional.Thought you was being detoxed! Why would you need alcohol? I would do anything to be detoxed from alcohol. Never to want it again .
Just curious what changes if you felt like you where back in tune with your old self?I'm back. That was yet another interesting story. Absolutely nothing like last time, but similar. I made some friends and met a girl. Got back in tune with that it felt like to have my old life back. Felt like the old me again. Dealt with similar shit from the doctors and nurses (but handled it much better because I was prepared for it. I left one hell of a lasting impression, but still left without any medication. One of the nurses even remembered me from last time. When I was being discharged and dealing with the other nurses at the desk, something reminded her of me. She was like "Hey...what's your name?" And I was like "Dani." And she was like "36?" (room 36). And I was like "No, I think it was 29." And she just chuckled. I thought of it after... I'll bet it was the same nurse from last time when that girl Salena was being discharged shortly before me. And she started rushing down the hall to Room 36, and the nurse was following her saying "Where are you going??" and she was like "I have to say bye to Dani!!" And I came rushing out of the room and gave her this big hug just in case I would never see her again. I'm glad I did, because I probably won't. She would have stopped talking to me anyway. My dick is gone. See but this is my point. I can't take any of this shit anymore. Both that time....and this time....I left this hospital having panic attacks and I can't stop crying. Dani has had it. I'm done.
And now once again, same as last time...I'm all out of money for alcohol. I wish I hadn't blown all that money on a drinking binge. I should have been dead already. Now it's the same fights with my dad. I don't have money for charcoal either. And I don't know how I feel about this shed.
I'm going to try and figure it out again, but I have nowhere else to do this. It has to happen in the shed. I don't know what else to do. But I cannot scream and cry any longer. I can't take this any longer. I. Will. Not Fail. I have to get my shit and wait until the time is right. I'm thinking to wait until my dad closes the pool, which will be very soon. Then he'll have no reason to even go in the shed in the first place. And it's getting so cold that he won't bother going outside for anything.
Is awful being a alcoholic, totally get it . I use it to sleep but can't wait for my next drink to be honest. It's all part of the depression. Hope you get want you want in life have been following you for a while . Good luck with what ever you choose.I was detoxed. It sucked. I had to because I ran out of money for alcohol and was going to go through withdrawals, which is horrible. I was afraid of having seizures, or a stroke, or something. That would not be good. But I do need alcohol in order to pass out in the tent. Honestly I wish I saved that last $3 I had. I could have put it towards the charcoal. Instead I bought 3 little nips as soon as I got out of the hospital >_< My dad was heated. He seems to continuously have it in his head that I am going to stop drinking altogether and then magically fix my life and feel better. He is so delusional.
It's like a creepy sci-fi movie. I've lived two lives. I switched identities. I'm no longer who I am, and it's been this way for many years. Feeling like my old self again is like going back in time....it's like a punch in the face. First it's all warm and fuzzy, and then once it's over it's like someone stuck a knife in my gut and twisted it around. No one listens or understands. They all act like it's no big deal. Like I'm overreacting. Just like how they acted it was no big deal when this all began. It's an indescribable feeling. I just want to be me again, and it will never happen. How could anyone possibly act like having a mutilated body and a destroyed identity is no big deal?Just curious what changes if you felt like you where back in tune with your old self?
Totally agreeI too spend most of found happiness intoxicated... looking forward to the next drink. Im not at a danger of withdrawing... but i only feel truly happy when im drunk. Its like this warm blanket
Thought you was being detoxed! Why would you need alcohol? I would do anything to be detoxed from alcohol. Never to want it again .
As soon as I leave the hospital I lose my marbles. What I need is medication instead. But I don't even care. I just want to ctb. I've just gotta figure out how to get the money. Wish I didn't blow all that I had. I purposely went on a huge drinking binge and blew it all because I was supposed to be dead, and then it didn't work out :(detoxing will only made the cravings come back when you realise how pathetic your life is when you sober up.
As soon as I leave the hospital I lose my marbles. What I need is medication instead. But I don't even care. I just want to ctb. I've just gotta figure out how to get the money. Wish I didn't blow all that I had. I purposely went on a huge drinking binge and blew it all because I was supposed to be dead, and then it didn't work out :(