You have come home, once again, its boring to me. You have seen Muni, your sponsor's husband. Apparently it will be different. You have told him the truth, have had a good old chat about reality.
The good new is, you're here and seem to be aware of the issue, acknowledge and accept it.
The bad news is your family history sets you up to die of this disease. The many attempts to get well are good, repeated attempts are the best indicia of success but the probability seems lower with each tempt, you know? Tell me about yourself.
I'm sometimes kind and sometimes very selfish.. I find my own jokes funny. I am confident and extrovert but sensitive. Sometimes I am generous.
I think you need rehab. We can have someone fly you to the cabin in Chang Mai.
I can't afford it, the time off work and the baby.
Well, we are where we are. Ill write you up for a week of meds and see you next thursday.
I leave, drink a hot chocolate and think WHY?????? FUCKING WHHHHHHYYYYYY?
Why am I living this living hell?
Muni and Sharmini say it is trauma from my past, but I am stoic about this, noting was ever so bad that I didn't survive it. I want to move forward from this living hell and be a mum to Matilda Misrty.
It was all confidential and now the police have asked me for a record of this conversation.
Turns out that "causing alarm" is a criminal offence here. I am in some trouble.
