by R. Engels
Trials, tribulations and joyous times in my life. For my sanity and your reading pleasure.
My Life... In Bits and Pieces...
|I never know how to start, so I thought I'd just throw some of my skeletons at you guys. My closet door won't shut...
I'm a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. Relapsing last month wasn't on my to-do list, but that's how my life rolls. I'm back on track, though. That's what matters.
The drug-induced psychosis I ended up with once upon a time landed me a lovely stay at our local mental hospital. Twice. In the summer of 2017, and then again in the summer of 2017. No, that's not a typo. Same summer, two different mental hospitals.
ADHD was a new label for me, but at least I finally understood why I felt the need to shut my brain off by self-medicating. Dr. Quack prescribed so much Adderall, that if I had any interest in track and field, I could've given Forrest Gump a run for his money. His practice shut down without any notice, spoiling my plan to burn the place to the ground while he handed out pharmaceutical crack like candy corn on Halloween.
I admit, I can act mad-crazy most of the time, but I've never experienced anything like I had that summer. It was one of the scariest, loneliest times in my life. Why didn't anyone believe my jibber-jabber, when I would go on and on about everyone being out to get me? I was the only sane one.
That's what I thought.
I actually thought that.
That's the scariest part.