Isn’t it strange and fucked up how everything seems to pile on top of one another at the worst possible time?

Last week I had a bad manic episode that resulted in me being taken via ambulance to hospital due to an intentional overdose, Friday I got suspended from work for a week, tomorrow I think I’m going to get served eviction papers.

I’ve been genuinely trying to better myself this last week since the hospitalisation too. Quit drugs and deleted all dealers numbers, Cleared out 6 months worth of alcohol cans and bottles, stopped drinking (except for tonight, I had to take the edge off some how).

I don’t know what I’ll do if I get evicted, to move back in with my mother would be a disservice to her. My brother and sister both still live at home and take her for granted. The last thing she needs is my fucked up self there too.

I’ve been sat here alternating between laughing and crying all day… I wish I saved those pills from last week.