My best friend destroyed me.

One of my best friends destroyed me some years back. I was living in a city in a new part of the world and was happy. I had other friends, a good job, a wife and baby on the way. Everything was nice. I was never perfect but I was happy. In fact, I was in the process of finally getting my life together but my friend cajoled me into drinking as many beers as he was having. I was on citalopram and ceftazidime (antibiotics). This was years after our original friendship but I made the mistake of hanging out with him again. I was feeling great and he was feeling rubbish. He was also on prescription drugs and would often encourage me to drink heavily. Within a day of hanging out, I had an extreme reaction that left me in the ground. I was nauseous for a week but my stupid body decided to store the fats from the alcohol. I gained weight and lost my discipline and got fat as shi*. I couldn't get off the ground. I was feeling so crap that I left my job, destroyed my career, and moved countries. I was unable to discipline myself and dropped off the planet and suffered an extreme mental breakdown. I would lock myself up and stayed in bed for 10 days. I would wake up shower but then go back to bed and hide. My best friend (the one that destroyed me) was on my friends list but my inability to let go wouldn't let me go. I was hiding in bed but he still called me up and I was doing it. He'd call and say 'how you going?' and I'd just discipline and tell him 'I'm fine' even though I was hiding on my bed. I even started drinking on my own because I felt destroyed. <br><br>All discipline was gone. My career was gone. I stopped hanging out with anyone. My wife was changing her career and didn't want to get a job. This was probably the darkest days of my life. I then went to therapy. My therapist destroyed me too and said that I was an alcoholic and I needed to let go and move on and that I should call him up and tell him to fuck off. I did. The whole first half of that year I was just in bed. I never stood up and I never made a sound. I lost my voice and my discipline. It wasn't until a cctv system discipline kicked in and I started taking care of myself. I took care of my body and I stood up. I then started to make music and I started hanging out with my friends. I was making friends but I still wasn't disciplined. I was never disciplined and it wasn't until I started practicing martial arts that I saw my discipline improve. I was still fucking up and hanging with friends that were bad for me. I even let cctv fall out of my life. Some of my friends even destroyed my martial arts and I had to move on. The whole first half of that year was gone and the second half of that year was gone and I started to move on. I started to let go and I went back to the beginning. I was living in my homeland and hanging out with my best friend again. My inability to let go let me move forward. <br><br>Looking back, it was a tough time. I saw that the main cause of my breakdown was my inability to let go. I was disciplined but I never stood up for myself. But I didn't let it go. I then went to therapy and my therapist destroyed me and I lost my discipline and my job and my friends but I never stood up. I then started to take care of myself and I let go. Moving forward is an ongoing process and it's tough. This story isn't finished and it's ongoing. It's tough but I'm grateful for my discipline.