after months of trying to give advice and a friendly shoulder
i gave into my own demons
my wife and sons kept me sane ,
i hit the bottle big time, was looking for a hole to jump into,
i couldnt and didnt ask for help for myself
didnt want to add my problem to others
always thought i was stronger , but have now learnt
YOU GET BY WITH HELP FROM FRIENDS
its not a cure
but its a damn better feeling than what i put myself through
if there was ever a trophy for the worlds biggest arsehole
last week i would have taken 1st 2nd and 3rd place
BUT ive learnt its the struggle thats makes me stronger
im back on top im now in control ITS MY LIFE
I have always been the one in my family who everybody ran to for help/advice if they had a problem.
Even my work involved mentoring kids with problems.
I think people think that I shouldn’t need help as I have always been the one with the answers.
They know that I have this debilitating illness but can’t seem to get their heads round it.
I may be my own worst enemy because I try to carry on as normal.
Then I feel exhausted and my family wonder why I go to bed so early.
I am not a good patient.
My son is good.
If he sees me struggling he just takes over.
From Alpha male to tired overweight semi recluse in under two years has been a heck of a plunge
Hubby
