May I vent? Yes? Thank you. My grandfather is an alcoholic, I live with my grandparents. My grandfather got seriously ill for two months, starting in December. So he didn't drink. Great, I thought. Two days before he came back I got hospitalised for BPD Therapy. I'm in a dark place and the last two years were horrible (understatement), and I tried my best to just survive. Every day I'm just surviving. My clinic sent me home last night to test how it'd be. Yeah well, bitch started drinking again BUT my granny told me he wasn't. I'm tired y'all. Took some more Lyrica to cool down somehow (feel free to judge me), today I'm going back to the clinic and I'm done. I'm tired. 2 months of therapy, all for nothing. And I can't even leave the apartment on my own, cause third floor, no lift and wheelchair. I'm so fucking tired.