For those who dont remember me at all (Most of you, its been a long time) I am Brad. I am 33, type 2 alcoholic, grew up in an Irish Catholic household, with an alcoholic Vietnam veteran father. I have never officially diagnosed "bi polar" but diagnosed both "Reactive Depressed" and "Manic Depressive" (For the record, I always felt like the latter (MD) sounded like a guy who ruined a party)...So...I already know that some dont think Im legit until a Dr says so...ok...it is what it is...
I have 3 kids, have been married twice now (both crashed in flames). I currently live in California's glorious East Bay area (Oakland as if its not bad enough), while all 3 of my boys live in either Florida (where I grew up) or Georgia. So as it seems, my exes would prefer to be literally a country's width away from me...
I grew up in State custody, joined a gang, went to jail, all that typical violent inner city stuff...Im over that now, no worries
I got out of prison, was a plumber for 4.5 years and then got slapped with the second daily issue in my life. Heart surgery...simple infections can lead to MAJOR issues, have them checked...anyway, 18 moths and 2 open hearts later (I still cringe at the words "Bone saw" or "Rib Spreader") I got out, to my wife of 10 years (who had sat next to me almost every day in the hospital) cheating on me with a Marine from Guam (I swear this is NOT a joke)...so, since I was now unemployed, she got Zeric (My oldest)...I move to California...end of that life...she wont even answer my phone calls...I get occasional messages on myspace from her...
I lived homeless in Berkeley CA for 5-6 years, until I got back into school, met Corey and had 2 more kids (during which I dropped out of school to watch the kids while she went...she graduated and left me with both kids)...She left, I stayed...Now, Im getting to now
Its been since February...I have been trying to make it on my own. This is not an easy thing.
I moved into an apartment with my school loan (I went back when Corey left...I am an aspiring 3D graphic designer) under the premise that they(room mates) would pay me the deposits they owed me...I knew these kids for years, and trusted them. As you can probably imagine, they decided (with no notice) to move out on the first of May. I never got any more than current rent, so Im out $1800. Yadda Yadda...the point is, Im not trying to live in this house by myself, when its meant to have 3 people in it...there is an upstairs I dont even use. I cant find anyone I can "get along with" or rather who can get along with me. Ive started falling into a fairly deep depression, and am drinking heavily. in fact, Ive logically made the decision that I need to drink (If I dont I feel like Im gonna die...I know, I know thats withdrawl)...
I also KNOW I need rehab...Ive tried and cant get in for months...with my lack of follow through, I cant make appointments that arent "tomorrow"...which is why I dont go to either my heart doc or psyche doc (Did I mention that I hate the whole medical industry?? I wont take perscription meds or visit doctors unless I HAVE to)...
I dont even know what Im trying to ask for...Im just looking for help...Im a frgiggin wreck (what is the policy on profanity? that statement really needs the F word)...
Spacer One...Brad
