15 years of the same crap. I've lost a wife, my daughter, a house, cars, all my friends, my family, everything. I moved back to the country I grew up in, looking for help but wasn't strong enough to follow through and fell into the same old circle. It's now been about 15 years of chronic lying, and I've now lost the second woman I've ever truly loved because of it.
As I sit here in a hotel room with nowhere to go, I begin to take stock of the damage I've done to myself and others. It's not worth it. Why did it take so much destruction for me to be ready to get help and face up to this. I want to be well for me, I want to love myself - something I haven't done since I was a teenager. I can't trust or love another person without loving and trusting myself.
Every day I don't tell a lie it's progress. I can do it. I know I can, this is the time. In a week I will be 30 with nothing but a trail of destruction to show for my life. No more.
If you are interested in reading my story, seeing just how horrific chronic and/or compulsive lying can be private message me. Happy to share my story with you, but it's way too long to post here.
If you're reading this and you're in the same boat, my heart goes out to you. The first week of hitting true rock bottom has been awful. I hadn't cried in over 15 years, part of the illness I think, and I think I'm finally grieving lost friends, lost relationships and lost loves.
Scott