A Farewell

So…tomorrow is good-bye day for awhile. I am leaving my husband and family support system to enter into residential care. I am sad and anxious. I will be there for two to three months—a long time. I will be safe there and I will be able to deal with the urges I have in an enviroment without sharps and bottles of pills. That’s most important. Then I will be able to focus on myself and try to relieve this crushing depression and anxiety. I hate this disease. I robs me of, not only my will to be alive, but also any of the pleasure there is in life. It hurts. Yesterday, was bittersweet. I am sad that I left a place with very helpful and good people. I found some relief there. Now, I am anxious about the unknown, but hopeful I will find new place with good, helpful people. A place where I can heal or at least put a big dent in this fucking (pardon my French) disease. More later…