I'm not good at saying sorry. As a matter of fact I suck at it. I told my dad that I drank again and I said sorry but he just yelletd at me. He yelled like i ve never heard him yell, load, clear, and mean. I'll try to work on it and help myself. I went to the therapist today she thinks I need more pills to control my depression. I told her no because I don't want to be the druggy that needs them to survive. I'm not that person, I need to feel better so my family doesn't fall apart anymore.
If you don't know I'm 26. I have a husband and a child. Werevfalling apart because me. I feel like I'm the blame. I hate myself. But I'm thinking of my family now and I know I must at least try to get better for them.
~Bridget
