It is no secret - I am not perfect.
I curse, i get angry, i cry for no reason, I look at photos of my son Alex and wonder where I went wrong. I have slept with more people then i know because my teen years and early 20's were filled with more drugs then i'll admit to. I have had my share of stays in a psych hospital, and i cant even tell you all the names of the phych medications I have been on. I at one point had 152 visible scars on my forarms. Once I was hospitalized for taking 27 Zoloft at once. Why? Im not sure. Once I took 5 different medications at once for the same thing because I wasnt sure which one would work.
These were all in the past....
Whats in the current?
Admitting when im wrong.
Today I took a butterknife to my leg. I use it because I knew it wouldnt make me bleed, but I would get some kind of pain from it. Well, as soon as I felt the burning, i got pissed because there was no blood; up to my arm I went; blood.
Sometimes i dont know what to do. I feel like my life is this downwards spiral. My aunt says, "Its all about choices, CC!" Im aware of that. Why do I make the wrong ones always thinking they are right? I know ALL my choices werent wrong. But I swear I thought all the ones that led me here were right.
There are three things I wouldnt chage; Andrew, Kat, and Keaton.
But just for today, i wish i hadn't drawn blood.