Back in December, I had a lot of pent up emotional issues and wasn't dealing with the dissolution of my 4 year relationship.
I started doing a few more drugs than I should have and was dating a rather unsavory character.
I fell into a 2 month long manic episode. Stopped eating, stopped sleeping, started drinking every night. The only way I could get to sleep was with xanax and vodka.
I lost 20 lbs and was emaciated. I was having unprotected group sex and started writing diaries full of non-sense.
One night, my ex had become incredibly worried about me. He came to my apartment and found me face down on the floor, bottle of pills empty, and bottle of vodka gone.
It took a short medical leave from work, an STD, and 7 days in the mountains with my mother to get myself back on track.
So now, I work out every day and don't hesitate to tell people how I feel. And most of all, I let myself feel those things. Even the bad ones.
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