No...I had decided to die instead. That was MY solution to the troubling life of HORROR that I had been living for quite some time. My day of reckoning came by way of a failed suicide attempt and a lengthy stay on a Psych Floor at Holland Hospital, Holland MI. It was at that moment that I knew I had no other choice, I had failed at failure (as I call my failed suicide attempt) and had to find a way to live. I did not want to really but I had to because I had no where else to go...
Some people refer to that as "hitting bottom" and I suppose that scenario, the whole series of events leading up to it and through my treatment was my bottom. I hated myself so much, I felt so worthless, so used up and such a failure that I truly thought my friends, my family..hell the world would be better off with out me in it. These negative feelings persisted for more then a year into my active recovery from addiction.
I think only then good the good inside me, coming from the Creator finally rose up and the tide began to turn...things started to get better. To be continued...