Posted by TexasChic on February 2, 2006, at 21:26:32
In reply to Re: I'm never leaving the house again » Dinah, posted by fairywings on February 2, 2006, at 20:55:56
The last funeral I went to was my Grandmother's. I overdosed on Xanax (combined with some pot) and had a complete blackout. During this blackout I insisted on going for drinks after the funeral. I proceeded to drink a large amount of alcohol and apparently acted like a complete idiot. But I waited until it was only in front of my sister, brother, and mom, so I can live with that (I apparently did okay talking to the people after the funeral, of which I have no memory). What I can't live with is that I then drove home with no memory of any of it whatsoever. That scared the crap out of me when I finally figured out what had happened. I'm so thankful I didn't hurt anyone. Someone was looking out for me that day. Maybe it was the spirit of my Grandmother - I could see her doing that.
I guess we all deal as best we can at that moment in time. No one else knows what's inside your head or what you've been through.
-T
P.S. I later asked my Mom why nobody tried to stop me from driving. She said I insisted I was okay. I said, drunk people ALWAYS say that! In their defense, they had NEVER seen me drunk before and were kind of freaked and befuddled by the whole thing.
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