I have bipolar 1 and I went manic. I ran away with a unmedicated schizophrenic, who has at age 29 spent ten years in prison 5 of which were for a serious gbh charge. He was banned from professional boxing for taking his gloves off and battering a opponent. He encouraged me to take amphetamine. He encouraged me to play a dangerous game of chasing the high. Meaning that when I started on a come down instead of riding the come down and then going to sleep he had me take another dose of amphetamine. I did this for many weeks.
Then one night he was arrested for breaking a mans jaw. I took another dose of amphetamine and hit amphetamine psychosis. When he was arrested and that amphetamine psychosis hit (bearing in mind I was already psychotic) I got in my car drove home as my phone had got lost in the fight I woke my family up at 3 and told them that if they didn't give me money and a phone I would attack them, I had been taught how to fight by the man I ran off with he taught me how to use a clipper lighter in a way that made it a knuckle duster and did serious harm to someone.
My family gave me a phone and I left. I then drove over to his cousins house to find out where this man was being held.
My intention was to lie to the police and get him out of prison. I then started on a come down that was really bad as I had chased the high and I sent a message saying goodbye to my sister (the only person who was still talking to me).
At this point she told my husband what had happened and that I was driving round like a loony tossing between getting him out of prison and killing myself. At about 7 my mother spotted me in the car and called the police. I attempted to out run the police and they eventually had three riot vans box me in.
There were about 8 police officers and I attempted to fight my way out. They arrested me under the mental health act and I was taken to hospital. Physically I had done severe damage to my body by pumping it so full of amphetamine which badly dehydrated you but since that man was arrested I had not drank.
Police decided not to press charges after the psychiatrists report and I was instead sectioned.
Last night they let me out at this point I was racked with guilt and shame I knew I had lost everything I had nothing left. I wasn't ready to face anyone so upon release I intended to check into a hostel.
To my surprise however upon release my mum and sister were waiting for me. They hugged me and took me back to my mums house.
I have never before this broken the law. I now see clearly what I have done and I don't think I'm ever going to be able to face people again.
I am surprised as when I got my phone back it was full of texts from abandoned family and friends asking me to please call or text them. I have put a message up on fb saying im sorry for all the hurt and pain I have caused, sorry I am ignoring phone calls just not ready to speak to anyone yet. However I am happy to answer texts.
I am touched and glad and really feel I don't deserve their support. I am also getting endless nasty messages about how much of a slag I am which I know I deserve.
I can't believe everything I did and I really don't know how to face anyone.
I have text my husband only because they told me in prison and hospital that he called frequently to ask after me.
I sent him a text saying sorry you and the kids are the ones I hurt most and I can't face that yet. I won't say sorry as I know how insignificant that would be.
He text me back suggesting I visit the children while he is in work as that may make it easier,
I have to go to a drug addict group and stay clean, police have told me if they catch me doing amphetamine again they will charge me.
I also spent the time with this man having unprotected sex so now I have to wait and see the outcome of that.
How on earth do I learn to live with what I have done? I can never put this right I am very touched and surprised by the people who still support me.
Yet I am disgusted that at the moment my body craves the amphetamine I am not going to take any though. I was taking 3grams a day which is a lot.
I now hate the man I took up with but I have kept all our photos to remind me of what I did and what taking amphetamine can do. Any time I feel a urge to take amphetamine I look at those pictures and it reminds me of how disgusting I was.