I’m fucking drunk. I’m mentally ill and having a VERY bad moment… ok it’s been a few hours but wtf ever. I am not going to be talking about fluffy kittens and unicorns. If that is why you’re here then here:
These are not my pictures. I just googled them.
Now, if that’s what you wanted then leave now. It only gets darker from here.
Still there? wow. grew a pair of ovaries did we? whatever. your sanity.
I get drunk when I have a breakdown so that shit makes sense to me.
Having a breakdown is not a picnic. It’s a literal shitstorm in your mind. Like everything in the world is just the same as it was, but now everything is screaming at you. Inanimate objects, your internal voices (which apparently there’s really only supposed to be one but I have 6 so take that. XP) Today it was the babygate that seperated the living room from the kitchen. I scolded Mik (ben’s daughter) for the nth time for stepping over the damn thing instead of using it properly like i have asked her to do since it got put in the house last year. It literally takes more effort to step over the damn thing than it does to open it and walk through. I take a minute and do some sweeping trying to figure out why I don’t like it and tell her this:
“I don’t like you stepping over the gate because you are disrespecting my wishes and not using the gate properly. Kind of like your door. If I was to just open it as I so pleased without your permission then you get upset. So please use the gate correctly and i’ll use your door correctly.”
her response? “well, you’ve walked in on me without my permission before”
My response. “Fine. I’ll use your door as i please and you can just kick the gate down for all I care. Does that work for you?” of course I”m not at muy normal talking voice but she starts telling me that i’m yelling.
I don’t yell easily. I just know how to project my voice to be heard over people. It’s not yelling if i’m not straining.
I give up. She finishes with the dishes and I continue with cleaning the damn living room, which has turned against me in my mind. The fucking piano had evil eyes that wanted to kill me. She goes for a walk and I finish cleaning before losing my shit.
everything is yelling in my head even though the house is silent. Fucking silent and all i can hear is screams. I want to die. Instead I take down the fucking gate so that I don’t have to have the god damn argument again. I begin crying and wailing because of what the gate meant and how it was supposed to be there for david but david isn’t here anymore. He can’t live here until ben fixes the fucking pipe. when will that be? Gods only know.
So I drink. Because being drunk means my meltdown makes sense. My blubbering and anger and the screaming everything makes more sense. Because right now my head doesn’t.