by BrainStorm » Sat Nov 28, 2015 9:32 am
I emptied a bottle of someone else's prescription pain meds over the course of five days. I also drank heavily. No one knows it was me, they just know the medicine is missing. I can't tell the truth. I'm so depressed, I turned to the pills to cope. Of course they didn't help, but I did it anyway. Old habits don't seem to die. I'm so embarassed, sick, and sad. I'm clean now, but only because I have no other methods of getting wasted. I'm so ashamed that I am as bad as my alcoholic mother and addict father. I thought I could do better, be better. But I'm no better at all.
Living Well with Bipolar 1 Disorder