Christmas Decision

I kept telling myself that when I moved back to Manchester I would not return for Christmas. There were a few reasons as to why....

When I returned home last year for Christmas and I had an amazing time, I spent a lot of time with my whole family as well a shit-load of money. I also managed to get my hands on a significant amount of Morphine, I was pretty much high for the entire weekend. When I returned to Manchester, I was full of thoughts on how maybe Dublin still had something to offer me. Security in the arms of my family and If I am being honest with myself, an abundance of drugs all around me. My brother was also about to return home from a year long stay in Manchester and I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.

Last year was hard, I died, I fought depression once again, being around my Mother and her problems brought back many bad memories and It all came to a head in October when my penchant for opiates became public knowledge. What I don't want to happen is too go home and find myself thinking that Dublin is where I belong even though I know it really hasn't. I am looking forward to spending Christmas with Karl though, my brother. The first one we will spend together since 2005.

I booked the ticket on Friday and I immediately knew I had made the right decision, it made me feel good. I then went and spent the last of my money on presents for everybody. I will be going to Dublin with next to nothing and I would feel crappy if I was to show up empty handed.