But I pulled my shit together, I really did. I DID SOMETHING. I realised what was happening, realised it was BAD and I made a change to the situation I was in. I opened the door, I put the lights up, and I decided I needed Milo from the patient kitchen. My mood changed. The thoughts went. I calmed down. Lets all hear it for Milo! It potentially saved my life that night.
Packed with B Vitamins and the Will To Live
Despite the alluring option of staying another day and feeling worse because it was more time alone, I chose the Get Out Of Jail Free card.
I do feel strange. Strange to be home, strange to be out of the regulated environment. Strange to have new feelings come up because I am no longer squishing them down with the booze.
Strange to look at my kids with new, clearer, eyes.
Strange to realise that I cannot be left alone at the moment due to intense, out of the blue flashes of aforementioned suicidal thoughts.
The best thing about being home is that Felix decided that as a surprise for Mummy when she comes home, they should order take-out pizza from the store around the corner, because Mummy loves that and it is something everyone is happy with.
I'm sure the kids have changed in the last week. Or maybe I am seeing their behaviour with clear eyes and a clear head?
Nah, a week ago Felix wouldn't have cared what anyone else wanted for dinner.It would be Macaroni Cheese with Bacon all the way.
Home. There is no place like it, and we'll take it one day at a time to see if that's a good thing or not.