I recently at the beginning of june have experienced Something i never knew i would… a viscous assault by a “friend” both of us actively using but he’s the more stable minded drug dealer and im the depressed unmedicated schizophrenic bipolar guy with slim positive self guidance and motivation to do the right thing, at that point, and he targets me… just wanting to buy a sack he beats me with a golf club… stabs me… forces me into his tent then he beats me some more forcing me to unlock my phone which i cant do because he fractured my cheeck and cracked my forehead too… my mind was dazed… so he beats me more then I remembered suddenly… he gives me the phone back for some reason… he gave my ebt card back… he knows i just gotten paid too a grand… but he forces me to smoke fentanyl im like fuck dude okay…. I do and i swear i thought i was going to fall out… i dint and he ssys heres more i said no no no… then i sit there…reach for my bag to get cigarettes and he says whatre you doing?? So obviously he has intentions… hes not sorry… hes not “too high” hes right here with intentions to hurt me possibly kill me…
I will never know now and i have to sit with it now in my own SLE as i sit on the bus as i sit in an AA/NA meeting as im trying to support my sister and mom who still battle in their disease….
Tell me im not alone that im okay… please im not feeling good right now im scared