When I was deliberately drinking myself to death in 2019, I lived alone in a little house. I was trying to rebound from three floods that took everything I had.
I was trying to find work during the Covid crisis. There was ZERO work, unless you were in the medical field.
I had to euthanize my 16 year old dog, that was essentially my daughter.
People were dying, it was a bad time for everyone. I lost a disturbing amount of loved ones during the pandemic years.
Entire generations of my family died. We couldn’t even visit my grandmother who was dying of dementia and spinal cancer.
Cope. That’s it. What I couldn’t do. Or. I coped, by drinking while awake. It started by just taking shots while friends on video chat were partying in quarantine.
I think I was doing pretty well, considering the circumstances.
When I had to put my girl down though, it just wiped me out.
And there was nothing wrong about the decision. She was VERY sick…
Keeping her alive for a few more weeks, would have been selfish for me.
When it was over, I was totally alone in my little house.
I was just sitting on my couch. The couch, old as it was, was one of three items of furniture I owned. I had a bed, but I have trouble sleeping in beds.
My dog’s toys, and beds were what furnished most of the house.
And so. Like I had dragged all of my belongings out from my previous places because floods ruined them, I dragged her furniture and stuff out.
I was just DONE…
I consumed no less than a litre of vodka each 24 hours for about 8 months. Wandered the streets late into the nights, and fought random people who ran across me, and smoked at least a pack of American Spirits throughout a typical day.
I managed to keep a job as a dishwasher for some months, before the restaurant closed like everything else.
I drank when I woke up, until I would pass out somewhere. Often the Sun would wake me, as I would have been sleeping on the bench at the dog park I buried my girl under.
I realize now, 4 years and a liver transplant later, that I was just totally fucked in the head because of all the constant not just bad, but unspeakably bad things that train wrecked up my ass. And I flunked the quarantine by myself test.
I am still a burden. Unfortunately…
But. I’m working really hard not to be.
With due respect to everyone in their own situations, I couldn’t think about anyone else but me.
Even the thought of hurting the people I loved made me even more depressed. I thought it best to just step out, for everyone.
If there was anything selfish that occurred during that period, I would opine that I was incapable of seeing that aspect of it. I just wanted to be gone. Not dead. Just gone. Somehow not born, would have been ideal.
I wasn’t some lunatic, that was going to shoot up a mall or something. I was just drinking as fast as I could.
To me, it was my right, to pull out of a game that I never asked to play. I didn’t owe anyone an apology.
I have lost around ten people I loved, to suicide. Five of those occurred at the same time I was going sideways. They don’t owe me anything either. I love them. I miss them. I can’t possibly go on without them. But I will.