Another failed suicide, psych ward, and an MRI.

Yeah, like this post isn't going to shock the hell out of people.

I basically had a mental breakdown while in gerany, was rushed to the hospital because I had become so drunk that started to slit my wrist, not only was there blood all over my sheets, there was also beer and vomit. Manically I was cleaned up and sobered up. Then ordered to to go home to my family doctor and into his care. So I came home and was basically 302'd and sent to Washington Psych Unit Tripple A. It was me and a bunch of other drug addicted alcoholics who failed death. And now we were stuck in a small prison of discontempt, constantly tranqued with pills so every was calm. Yeah that lasted for two minutes. They had me on all sorts of mood stabelizers and sleep aids. They upped my thyroid meds and gave me anti-depressants. Basically stayed there for a little under two weeks. Then I was shoved into the battlefield again called life. I had to find a therapist and slowly, but awkwardly talk about what happened and why I'm here. I will spare you all those details, as there's a 1Billion character limit when posting.

So now I'm on all sorts of daily meds. I"ve been having bloodwork every month, and twice this week because  I am scheduled for an MRI of my Brain this friday, Yes a fucking MRI of my brain.....

I'm scared, pissed, lonley, worried and all sorts of emotions that cannot be described with tact. This is like the super super short succint version.....One day I'll post allllllll about what reallly happened.