Where Do I Sign Myself In?
Tuesday, July 18th, 2000. An email to a friend:
That withdrawal experience was more traumatic than I realized. It’s left a mark on me. It was like the final straw. I’m feeling better now, but I’m not feeling nearly as good as I was before it happened. I’m struggling through my days in a way that I haven’t for a long time. It took away a lot of my strength. I’m having a hard time really caring about anything anymore.
I’m tired of caring about people, about everything.
I’m pretty damn close to checking myself into a hospital. If anything else happens, I won’t be able to handle it. I need something to go my way soon. This whole year has been too much. I can’t take much more.