Real Happiness

My real happiness is my life with my dog.Gracie has been my best friend,confidant,protector and mood enhancer for the last 5+years.There was a life of "before"Gracie that was filled with unhappiness,sadness and such deep and dark depression that my world was literally,BLACK.With Gracie being apart of my life I have found the person I am and have kept my demons in check.For those of us who suffer from Depression,a dog can be the bridge back to a life of color and joy.It is a process,one I am learning every day.Nothing worth having comes easy.You must work for it.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

I thought Hep C would kill me,where I'm living is going to kill me first

This blog is all about the life of a recovering dope fiend with HEP C.I was first diagnosed in 1999,and went into a deep dark depression.I had been told that day that my life was OVER.How does someone deal with that?Accidents kill you , murder takes your life,although in this case murder is basically what I'm feeling like.You know it's coming,but you try to make it come in slo-mo.Since my liver does'nt filter like it should,I tend to get confused and also hallucinta,like it's the thing to do.I know not everyone has a conversation going on with themselve and whoever else happens to be walking around your brain.Everyone things I'm on drugs,if only.That could explain it all,the talking non-sensically,falling out at the computer,head tilted-back mouth wide open,and the guy who owns the house wakes me up screaming"I'm not taking this shit,you are not going to do drugs in my house"mind you I am in a state of "what the hell"?I told him I had'nt taken any drugs,and that my doctor could verify it.To which he replied,"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! Eveyone should be as lucky as I ,to have such a spineless,weed smoking ameoba in thier life.I sure feel lucky.NOT.i ASK NOTHING FROM THIS "MAN",I support myself thru survrys on the internet,and claening a friends house,which to be quite honest,we talk more than I clean.I also pay my own clinic bill (200.00) a month.I know that God is testing me.Last month,my former friend ans his former girlfriend came over here bullied her way in,headed straight for my daughters room,the spineless one,had to pull the lunatic off my daughter,all the while looney-tooneys is punching him in the face,as he is finally getting the fat bitch down the hall to the front door,she grabs my lock-box and my wallet,the box I got back,the wallet,the bitch actually claims she did'nt take it!The spineless wanna be "man" would NOT let me call the cops,or CPS.And now ,I am the bad guy.He told me he would replace all that she took from me,B.S,B.S. AND MORE BULLS---.I have got to get out of here,these people are too sick to even acknowledge they are sick.She's a doctor-shopping pill head and the spaz is just that a spineless spaz.

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