Dear readers
This blog post is a rather sobering and extremely painful one for me to compose, however since this blog has been my place of venting and communication for the last while - here I go.
A few four weeks and 1 day ago I planned my suicide. I wanted to die. I made the decision not to live anymore. I had taken great care in planning every single detail to great length - what music I wanted to play, what clothes I wanted to wear etc. My life has lost it's meaning and I had lost what self worth I had left. I had prepared myself, my house and my surroundings for this one moment. I had prayed for my sins to be forgiven and my soul to be spared. Candles were lit and the photos of me and TVK lay scattered around me - my memories, my living ghost and haunt. All I wanted was him back. That was the goal of my heart and nothing else would do. I had acquired the pills and had poured a big glass of my favourite Coral Reef wine. I was ready - the angels had come to take me home. I could not imagine living my life without TVK, there was not way out for me and the hurt was to deep to bury.
Four weeks ago I was booked into a psychiatric hospital - my mind it seems had completely lost it's ability to discern reality from fantasy, I was diagnosed with a identity crisis and bipolar disorder. For two years I have been in a severely depressive low - with only momentary highs and manic episodes. My depression had gotten to such a stage that I developed severe psychosis and created a world of my own - a fake world with only one goal.
A single moment of severe trauma had taken an already fragile mind and completely broke it - and so began the blind leading the blind. A broken heart leading a broken mind - into disaster. Friends and family, as it turns out I am sick, just not in the way that my mind had created - I have a severe mental disorder that I will have to have treated for the rest of my life. I have been to the darkest side of depression, I have experienced the absolute lowest of low, hurt many people in the process and destroyed my career. What my mind created has all come crumbling down and now I am left to stand here, with the shards around me. With a mind that is now clear and wondering what I have done and how I could do this...
I cannot begin to express the regret that I feel for my actions, for the twisted and distorted events that were told and life that was created. For the damage that I have caused, the trust that I have broken - I am eternally ashamed and my punishment is being handed in bulk, and it is what I deserve. For those who read this I beg for your forgiveness and understanding.
Love it seems is a far more powerful force than I had ever imagined - without a mind to regulate it, it is an irrational emotion that is raw and untamed. It is a force onto itself and seeks only to fulfill itself. To try and gain back the love lost, my broken heart had led me to paths that I could never imagine, it twisted my mind in such a perspective that all I could see was my goal. Love was my goal. So much pain = that amount of love. It is a bitter compliment to the man whom I ached to get back, that my heart was so desperate for you and my love for you was so intense that I was willing to sacrifice it all for you. That unconstrained my love for you drove me mad - it was a pure love just meant for you.
As I progress on this journey my friends, I will make sure to update you all.
Ry