“Nobody would understand what I was going through. Why would they? Why should they? I was a mess of my own making, and there was no way out. I’d tried and failed so many times to kick my various habits. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t go to the pub and just have one or two drinks like Danny and Tom seemed able to do. Even Harry, my drinking buddy, had made the decision to cut out the booze entirely. What was different about me? why was I so much worse than everybody else? How could I make it stop? And it was as I was sitting on my kitchen floor that the answer came to me. It was so stunningly obvious I couldn’t understand why I hadn’t thought of it before.
My life had turned into a relentless hell, so the only solution was to end it.”— Dougie Poynter (unsaid things…our story)