So I was sitting at home last night - just me and the cat - who was trying his best to be full of nonsense for some reason,and i started to think.
Now thinking for me can be dangerous sometimes,espeecially if i am left to my own devices while doing so.I can think the strangest of thoughts.
Like now,I am sitting thinking to myself 'how strong of a person am i really?' now before i make this a mini rant and people stop reading and move on - this is not a mini rant at all.
I guess you can call it a CJ confession of sorts -when i was about 22,I decided that i had had enough of life and that i was gonna end it all.So needless to say,I tried ( its a long story,which i may post about when i get my head out of the sand) and almost succeeded - I ended up in hospital for about 3 weeks with liver failure and that on its own nearly killed me.
Now here I am 16 years later,and thinking to myself,I have enough volatile medication that,taken in a reckless sort of fashion would end it all in about 5 minuetes,and who would know? I live alone - the nieghbours are basically oblivious to each other so,they wouldnt notice.
But then i think of what i have been through in the last 16 years and more notably in the last 18 months with this condition.Then i suddenly feel like Steve Austin,the Six Million Dollar Man 'we can rebuild him' as they used to say.
I havent really decided where i am going with this - but have any of you ever asked yourself the question 'what does the future hold for me?'
.......and been right.
I will be back later to finish this one,i think



