So.
Around a year ago, I experienced the lives of people and animals very close to me. I had to euthanize my dog (16 years old,) whom I felt was the closest thing to a daughter that had. She She and I, were the only to survive 3 separate floods by hurricanes, which subsequently made me lose everything and become temporarily homeless.
And then people started dying. Young and old. People who I had known for years. People I loved. Something around six, or more people in what felt were in their prime health, or better. Including a suicide. Not the first young person I know, to have taken their own lives.
Killing my daughter, my feelings about how that happened. Hard to explain… Anyway. The emotional loses overcame my ability to cope. And I started drinking, heavily. Just as I was starting a new career , the pandemic landed me unemployed, and wondering the streets of my newly rented house’s neighborhood fueled by alcohol many nights. I found myself in some bad, dark places. Fought attempted muggers, cried myself to sleep, where I buried my daughter, in a local park. As quarantine set in. I drank more, and more.I was so frustrated and tired, that I drank myself into an ER, where I was diagnosed with end stage liver disease… In February, I was given 4–6 days to live, unless I changed my lifestyle, and talked to some people.
I spoke with three women, who had something to do with social services.
The next few weeks, were a blur, and included detox.( I have not touched alcohol in a year, or so…)
I then was aware I had broken many bones, both hands, broken ribs,and a multitude of injuries, from fighting people in the streets, and wondering around all night.
The last year or so, I have spent long periods of time in the ICU.
My grandmother died several months ago, and we were not able to see her, because of the pandemic. Around the same time, my friend’s 17 year old daughter was killed with three other young girls, in a violent car accident. The only thing left of her. was her head, one arm.
Anyways. Turns out, those 3 women I talked to with social services, decided to make it possible for me to get on an organ transplant list…
That’s about where I am now…
I am not ashamed of myself, so much, as being genuine. Largely because I hope that my story will potentially help someone else.
@cookieman . I do have a capable support group.