On Saturday night, after a traumatic Friday night (the details of which will not be placed on this site), Daniel attempted suicide. The events of the previous 24 hours left him feeling so distraught and hurt that he felt he had no reason to carry on and ride this wave out. He tried to overdose on pain killers!
This sounds worse than it actually was. Daniel was walking around when the ambulance arrived, he got into the ambulance himself and went with them. He said that he needed help and he hoped the hospital would provide it for him. Then, more events occured (that again I will not place here) which left me frantic. I got to the stage where I found myself phoning the police for help, but they could do little to help me. At the end of the day, I discovered myself in a web of lies and deceit, whilst also trying to conquer the fear and worry I had for Daniel.
The weekend was the worst I’ve suffered since losing Barry. My family unit no longer exists. I have no control over what happens next. I feel defeated.