I've never dealt with anything like this before... I wish I knew some way to help him that was better than what it has been so far. I can't imagine feeling that way and having an illness that made me believe with all my heart that it was all true. I mean, I have bad days where I think bad shit, but it's never like that... Where I can't see anything but the lie in front of my face.
That's the thing. It's not a lie. When you think about the things he said, it's all fuelled from stuff he's faced that's probably stuck in his head. When he has these... depressive whatever the fuck the doctors call them, it all amplifies.
But it's not really the truth, either... Because we do want him here, and want him to be part of our lives. And his friends don't all hate him, either. But no matter how you look at it, when it hits him, he believes it, and we have to do something to help.
Babe... Now you're worrying me, too. You don't fuck everything up, but you're starting to sort of sound a bit like Justin, too. You're a good dad. You love your kids, and they love you, even when they're just learning how.
Yeah, well, when your son overdoses on your meds, it means you have to go without. I'm sorry. I have the biggest headache and I feel sick, and my brain won't switch off trying to figure all this out so I can stop him getting hurt again. And I want a drink. I really, really want a drink.
How soon can they get you a refill? You have to promise to at least try to rest for me, okay? I love you, and I'll be home really soon, so please hold off on that drink.
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