I slipped up last night. I fucking slipped up big time. I knew it was all about the fine line between control and a lack of and I went over the mark, kept one at bay and let the other loose, like sliding over an icy path.
I could feel it every time I moved today, how I failed, how I lost it. I should’ve been overjoyed last night. Should’ve been? Was. But, there’s always that shadow at the back of you mind. I guess it got too dark.
I figured I should go back, take a look at where I’ve been, in the hope that it might help me to see where I’m going wrong now. I never realised how lost I’d been, how far I’d come, how much I’d been held back. I guess in some respects I’ve not been helping myself, only without realising that.
Some things help you self destruct. Without anyone, least of all yourself, realising it, you can be sitting in a slowly ticking time bomb. That’s me. I should’ve opted for freedom in the first. Something that helped me out to start slowly became more of a hinderance. By the time I realised that it was too late.
I should have listened. There is not other way of putting it. When they told me a trip into hospital would be good for me, I should have taken it as an opportunity to look into myself. Instead, I was so scared I only wanted to get out. The second trip should’ve been the making of me. Instead of being so desperate to get out and go on holiday I should’ve stayed. I think had I stayed I would’ve been getting closer to fine, closer to sorting things out in my head. They were just starting to crack the surface.
I think the doctors were wrong. I guess I never helped, never made it easy for them. That doesn’t make them any less wrong. Well, ok, I guess it does. I guess that puts the blame on me. I was wrong. I admit it. It wouldn’t have been the first time. I should’ve talked/they should’ve made me talk. If I’d talked when I’d had the chance, when it was all still bubbling at the surface, I might have had a chance. As it is, now it’s gone too deep, too far down. I don’t want to go back but don’t know if I’ll be able to get it out if I don’t.
I’ve got to learn to control things again. I’ve got to go back as far as I may need and learn how I kept things at bay. It’s been so long, I’m not sure I remember any more.