thanks but not so easy. Let’s see, mom died at 11, have absolutely know good relation with anyone in my family that’s is long gone since I was 13, random pill at party gave me neurological side effects that effect me to this day, for some reason jerking off to porn makes my thyroid swell up and all my muscles get sucked away real quick, ain’t had friends for years now, bout 4, big fuckin deal i could live with that. But on top of it all now I’ll always have ugly ass scars probably never get married or have a gf and if I do I’ll probably be cheated on cuz how ugly the scars are. I am completely pinned in life and there’s nothing to be done about it.
there is no picking up and starting fresh for me my life has been shit since age 11 and now these scars have locked me in permanently.
thanks for the words though, but ya I don’t think I’ve quite expressed how fucked all of this life really is
Jesus 350, you've really had a rough go of life! I thought I had it tough. Many of our fucked up circumstances are permanent but there are definitely things that can and will change for the better brother. I believe lot of it is about our outlook...I know that sounds retarded but it seems to hold true. Outlook won't remove the physical and mental scars we aquire but it has provided me with opportunities I thought were impossible.
I know a guy that was only 18 years old when he went off to serve in the marines and got caught in an IED attack. Everyone in his humvee died except him. They had to amputate what was left of both his legs, had a shit ton of other surgeries from the shrapnel in the rest of his body and a TBI.
Before this guy left for the military, he was an arrogant privileged little shit. When he returned to the states he received prosthetic legs, is regularly having to undergo surgeries, and is always suffering sides from his brain damage...what is really fucking weird though is that this guy is now one of the most humble grateful motherfuckers I know.
I asked him what changed. He said I went through a lot of trauma therapy and kept on top of the doctors to narrow down all of his medical conditions that resulted from the blast...most importantly he changed his outlook on life. Dude has way more loved ones than when he left for war and recently got married to a beautiful woman about 2-3 years ago.
Guys like this change how I see life in general.
I don't know how, but he somehow roze above what happened in the war and grew from his pain.
My dad left when I was 10. My mom who raised me was an alcoholic drug addict who was bi-polar as fuck. I lived mostly in the barrios of LA as a white boy cause my mom was poor. Ended up in organized crime starting at age 15. Been hit by 4 fucking cars in California. Caught bullet in the abdomen which fucked up my back. Caught a few charges and got locked up at 18. Got out (being a white boy in the pen with Mexicali affiliates isn't easy to navigate). Got married, wife became a junkie and took off with our kids, one of which I haven't been able to see since they were 1 or 2 years old. Got strung out off and on for years myself. My brother suicided under suicide watch in a mental hospital I put him in. I've got a fare amount of hardware in my body now from all the physical trauma. Many of my "friends" and acquaintances from my youth are dead or doing life long sentences, and every one on my moms side of the family is now dead from drugs and alcohol except for my mom for some reason.
I'm now in my mid-forties. Went through a lot of therapy. I attained a bachelor's degree in human biology and am still in school. I have been off dope and alcohol for 16 years. I have very few guys I have to answer to from my former affiliations. Been off probation for 8 or 9 years and I had all my felonies expunged. I have dated some incredible women after thinking I'd never find anyone (I don't know what the fuck they're doing with a guy like me). I'm finally able to be there for my oldest kid and am able to help rehabilitate him from his time locked up and show him how to be a man. My mom is clean and sober as of recent.
I guess what I'm saying is that life can change. No one can bring my family members back. I don't expect my dad to ever change. I've still got some nasty PTSD. My back will never be the same...and I will never physically be able to do what I once was able to because I beat the hell out of my body...but many days are now good days.
People like us are SURVIVORS. It's what we do. You seem like a survivor too 350. Shit will change brother, stay after it and don't let the past take you out. When my mind has a good amount of control over me, I'm having a shit day. When I have a good amount of control over my mind, I'm having a great day. Some days are good...some days are not. I try not to listen to my head all the time...that motherfucker has tried to kill me. PM me if you ever feel like it brother.