When people say, they've hit rock bottom, I often think to myself.. have you though, have you really hit rock bottom? Or are you having a bad day?, you see, I thought I'd hit rock bottom the day my dad was cruelly taken from me at the young age of 55!! But then 5 months after like I wasn't already fucked up, I have cancer...
You couldn't make this shit up I kid you not, so not only did I lose my best friend but the person I wouldn't of even have to ring first, as I know he would of been by my side, wasn't here when I was told, sat alone infront of 2 medical professionals and heard the news I had cancer.
Today I went for an ECG and bloods ready to start mood stabilisers.
Morale of the story is.. I hit rock bottom and it turns out it had a basement that I have also hit.
I'm now diagnosed as a manic depressive.
I know rock bottom.
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