so it's been awhile and so much has changed!
First of all, my new year has been full of more ups and downs already than the whole last year combined. I'm lost people...I've gained people...I've loved people...I've hated people, but all in all I'm a better person because of all of it. The first refers to the loss of both my grandmother from cancer. Though tragic, it did give me a sense of how precious my relationships are with my family and I have tried to be more aware of my dealings with everyone and I have tried to keep in contact and let people I love know it.
I've gained many new friends over the past few months and have strengthened my bonds with others. I have therefore kept my promise to myself to keep people close by not pushing them away and letting people in regardless of the fear I have that people will not like me. I have become more aware of who I am and have surprisingly grown to like it more and more. It's a wonderful feeling to actually like who you are and want to share it with the people in your life.
A few weekends ago I discovered what real friends look and act like, what it feels like to be truly loved, and what it feels like to hit rock bottom...I had an incident where my drink was drugged at a show I was attending. I don't remember the night at all or what I said to anyone. According to what the people with me said, I flew off the handle and ran away...subsequently they ran me down and tackled me loading me into a car and taking me somewhere safe, which I am eternally grateful for. If this wasn't bad enough, I woke up in a haze the next morning and was more depressed than I have ever been. I got home and felt so sick I couldn't function. I called for help from a counselor, but instead the police were called and I was hauled away to the ER and subsequently to a mental hospital. As hard as this is for me to admit, I believe it is important to not be ashamed of asking for help even though I received much more than I ever anticipated. I was locked up for three days (including Valentine's Day) and it was the most devastating and scary period of my life. I had no freedom and was treated as if I was a complete crazy person...I couldn't even shower alone. I decided I couldn't hide this from anyone and I called my roommates...so scared to see their reaction I was shaking...however, my fear dissipated when I saw my roommates walk into the hospital the first night to see me. They hugged me and empathized with me and showed me how much they loved me and were there for me. It was so touching that I still cry even just thinking about it. When I finally did get out, they threw me a welcome home dinner and I have never appreciated my life so much. Ever since then, I have had a new positive outlook on life, that it's not so bad and I will never be displaced from my life again.
To be continued...


