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Its easy to act like you're a victim, especially when you're in a bad mood. That's what I've been doing lately but really I've had it better than 99% of people. Sure I've been to tough times, sure my parents may have not looked after me the way they should have and my brothers have wronged me for years but they didn't know better. They made mistakes. Even though I don't forgive them its time to move forward.
Theres people in Africa dying of hunger and whats killing me is that I'm too comfortable. Sure its a problem but its not really comparable or something I can complain about.
Still the pain that I suffered is real and I've done my best to fix it but the lack of guidance of any sort had been a huge problem for me. Not knowing what to do, having no mentor to guide me I was forced to find solutions on my own.
I remember months of having every basic needs met yet being depressed to the point of screaming and crying everyday, wanting to kill myself, wondering when the pain would stop. Nobody could help me, no one really knew, no one really cared enough, I was alone with this pain, this problem I couldn't fix, coming on and off throughout the years, I thought I was doomed, that there was something wrong with me.
I had the look of death in my eyes, I had no emotions, no laughter, no life, no joy. Life had been taken from me and I was living as a dead man. I was usually walking in the street when a bus would come the other way and wish he would just hit me. I was careless cause I didn't give a fuck about living anymore. There was nothing for me there.
Now I'm trying to find meaning in helping others who've been there and being the man I needed when I was at my lowest, only if its just to tell em that life is worth living and the pain will go away. I don't have everything figured out but I'm sure things will start to make sense and the path will start to light up as I move along on this journey. Sacrifices will need to be made daily, it will not be easy, but it will be worth it and I never wanted an easy life anyway.
Theres people in Africa dying of hunger and whats killing me is that I'm too comfortable. Sure its a problem but its not really comparable or something I can complain about.
Still the pain that I suffered is real and I've done my best to fix it but the lack of guidance of any sort had been a huge problem for me. Not knowing what to do, having no mentor to guide me I was forced to find solutions on my own.
I remember months of having every basic needs met yet being depressed to the point of screaming and crying everyday, wanting to kill myself, wondering when the pain would stop. Nobody could help me, no one really knew, no one really cared enough, I was alone with this pain, this problem I couldn't fix, coming on and off throughout the years, I thought I was doomed, that there was something wrong with me.
I had the look of death in my eyes, I had no emotions, no laughter, no life, no joy. Life had been taken from me and I was living as a dead man. I was usually walking in the street when a bus would come the other way and wish he would just hit me. I was careless cause I didn't give a fuck about living anymore. There was nothing for me there.
Now I'm trying to find meaning in helping others who've been there and being the man I needed when I was at my lowest, only if its just to tell em that life is worth living and the pain will go away. I don't have everything figured out but I'm sure things will start to make sense and the path will start to light up as I move along on this journey. Sacrifices will need to be made daily, it will not be easy, but it will be worth it and I never wanted an easy life anyway.