A stark reminder of a bleak past

New door new day

Today I am finally getting my front door replaced. It was broken into by the police when I overdosed back in April. I knew nothing of it at the time, I was out cold. It was only when I was discharged from hospital that I saw the damage.

What’s left of the old door

Locked out not in

I will keep the padlock as a reminder. Not that I want to be reminded of the event, but the damage it causes. For the last three months the only thing holding the door closed from the inside was my hoover propped up against it. No one could possibly break in to here!! I gave my neighbour a spare key to the padlock, and then thought why? All she can do is lock me in!

You wont get past the hoover

Relating it to my mind

The new door is like a new chapter in my life. Shutting out the past and locking it away never to be returned to. Right now as I sit here watching the door being fitted, it seems like a lifetime ago and not even my lifetime. I don’t know the person that caused the damage anymore and I never want to meet him again.

About catmann1973

Hi, I’m Martin. 47 years old, living in Suffolk. I have three amazing grown up children. I have the best family and friends in the world. I am a football fan, love going to the gym and I am a motorcycle pilot. I’ve had mental health problems all of my life. This site is about my past, present and future. I’m hoping to make it easier for people to be able to speak freely about mental health. It can affect anyone at anytime.
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