Overwhelmed, unable to keep up, understanding that I was an emotionally abusive spouse, and who knows what else, I messed up.
I wrote a nebulous, but ominous sounding note and then took too many pills…on purpose.
Probably one of the most selfish uncaring thing I’ve ever done in my life, and it was wrong on so many levels. There is no way to apologize to everyone that this hurt, but for those who know me well enough to read this, I am truly and deeply regretful.
While I am still waiting for all the fallout from this, there are a couple of bright points:
– I am learning just how wonderful my wife is. I knew she was pretty great, but I’ve missed so much being caught up in myself.
– I’ve had my eyes opened and am no longer living in denial of my problems or my strengths. Feeling bad about yourself for poor choices and denying the hurt they cause others and oneself was the big thing I knew I denying. I’ve also learned that I was denying my strengths and skills in other areas because I didn’t believe in myself.
Where things end up, I don’t know. We may end up living in a van by the river or, I’m seriously hoping, I get to keep my job a while longer while getting the counselling/therapy I desperately need.
Whatever comes, I know that I am loved, even when I don’t believe I deserve it. My wife says “Love is an act of grace.” She means that you don’t earn it or even deserve it, it is freely given. Learning that lesson is something we all need.
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