Hello everyone, it is a privilege to continue this journey alongside you. Once again I am locked up in a mental health institution.
My name is Emily Thorn and this is my story to be continued.. I love in Woodstock ontario, Canada 🇨🇦 I also met the rest of the residents which later found out was a bad decision on my part. I found drugs and lost my life, my hope, and my dreams. I was a drug addict for years.
I hung around the wrong crew and I then fell into the trap of using hard drugs. Maintaining sobriety is no joke. There is no easy way out.
Sometimes I feel as if I am alone because I think people don’t like me, despite what they say and do.. I know deep down that people care about me and love me but most days it’s hard to believe it.
Now that I overcame my addiction, I now am struggling with mental illnesses, yet again I have always struggled with my illnesses.
As mentioned in my other book, I struggle with the following,
Schizotypal personality disorder, borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder, persistent depressive disorder, paranoid personality disorder and lastly schizophrenia.
I have overcome alot, however I still have alot to overcome and succeed in this world.
I want to be that happy , loving, kid I once was. I need help, I need quidence in order to succeed in this world , just the way I always imagined.
It won’t be an overnight job, it has to be a positive way of living and never lose hope again.
I’ve visited hell way too many times, and I want to save others with their addiction and mental illnesses.
My boyfriend understands me and supports me just like I would for others.
Ever since I was a kid I wanted to help the world, but I suppose I had to learn what living with addictions and mental illnesses was like so that I could help people more with my lived experience.
I truly believe that this is my purpose, to write books and to show people that there is hope , no matter what.
I’ve been blogging for about seven years since I lost my girlfriend to suicide , and I plan to write for the rest of my life.
I have learned that hope does exist, I came to this knowledge after many suicide attempts and how many times I fell in the pit of hell. Hell is where I found myself, my dreams and my personality. Slowly I am picking myself up with the love and support from my family.
I still feel a bit lost however I learned the way that drugs don’t fix anything, they just mask the truth. The pain and suffering I endured only made me stronger and wiser. I can’t even start to begin to imagine me without all this trauma and pain. I use my pain to inspire others whom may be struggling themselves with addiction and mental illnesses.
Addiction and mental illness is no joke at all. I wish I could save everyone who struggles however unfortunately I can only guide them in the end its the individual’s decision to continue to suffer or let people who wants to help in.
I turn 25 December 7th . I sure have learned alot and will forever use my knowledge and hope to those still struggling.
My passion was always to be a police officer, paramedic or corrections officer, however now im an author and ain’t looking back.
I have an amazing boyfriend and he inspires me to be the best version of myself .
My life has changed so much since meeting him im much more happy and feel free. Nothing can drag me back into the pit of hell.
I’ve been clean again for about a month or so, and absolutely loving it !!!!!!