I know this is a really long post so don’t read it if you don’t feel like it. Please, either Read the whole post or don’t read any of it at all!
It contains some rather detailed and personal information about myself, but the whole point of this thread is to share with you all something that has changed my life forever. Maybe my experiences and thoughts can be useful to a few of you.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my life and how I got to where I’m currently at. I’ve had a fairly rough life up to this point. I know everyone’s life is rough to a certain extent but to give you an idea of the crap I’ve been through…..I got into some pretty hardcore things at a young age. By the age of 11 I was smoking cigarettes daily. By the age of 12 I was smoking herb and drinking almost daily. By the age of 13 I was trippin on acid, shrooms and geltabs all the time and had even done stuff like coke and freebase whatever prescription drugs I could get. By the age of 15 I was doing all of the above daily & more stuff and did some pretty shady shit to support my habits. I’ve robbed people. I’ve broken into houses and stole what I could. I’ve stolen cars and objects from cars. Shoplifted from hundreds or even thousands of stores. I lied to everyone I know including myself. I vandalized places regularly simply for momentary satisfaction. I got in fights all the time and have been cut, stabbed, burned and shot at. I have also cut, stabbed and shot at others. Never burned anyone yet tho. lol I was also dealing drugs at this point. You might be asking “Where were your parents through all of this and why didn’t they kick your ass?” Well, I hid everything very well for about 5 years. No one had any idea. Then I just kinda fell apart.
At the age of 16, I was failing in school, had a hard time thinking straight and got extremely depressed. I feel that I have been depressed for a majority of my life and spent soo much time filling the void with things like drugs, destruction, and fighting. I started losing control. I stopped going to school all together and spent 24hrs a day locked up in my room. Went from a straight A student in some A.P. classes to a straight F student in some L.D. classes. I cried at random and did things like punching/kicking holes the walls and breaking the door in half. I took it out on myself and my family members. It got really bad and I even threatened to kill them in their sleep and all kinds of crazy shit. My mom was scared for her life at one point. I overdosed on drugs several times which put me in the hospital twice. One of those times caused a minor heart attack and caused me to stop breathing all by the age of 16! Still have some heart issues to this day because of it. I made a few attempts at suicide. One attempt involved filling a trash bag up with freon and tying it over my head. Go out with a killer buzz ya know? Well, I ended up passing out and smacking the ground so hard that I broke my nose (still crooked to this day!). I came to some time later and there was a big puddle of blood from my broken nose, but no trash bag anywhere….it just disappeared?!?!? Anyways, that suicide attempt and the overdoses landed me in a psychiatric institute for a few months where I was diagnosed as bi-polar, manic depressive, chemically dependant and several other titles. I was put on Lithium, Welbutrin, and a few other drugs…best way to treat a drug addict is to give them different drugs right? I guess that made sense to them but the meds ended up making me worse over time. I was sent to two other psychiatric institutes within the same year. Each one came up with different “titles” to my “conditions” and gave me different medications based on those “titles”. Every month or two the medicationswere changed and every doctor I saw said different things so my nervous system went haywire. I ended up having like a nervous breakdown and had some pretty sever seizers and for a few weeks I couldn’t even speak in full sentences or make sense half the time. This whole time I was still doing the coke, acid, herb, about a 24 pack of beer a day and so on. Got suspended from school several times for everything from fighting to cussing out teachers, to smelling like alcohol, to skipping, and so on. I skipped so often that Henrico county used to send a police car to my house to pick me up in the mornings and drop me off at school and pick me up at the end of school and take me home! Once I got to school, I usually went out back in the woods and got fucked up and ended up walking home and staying there all day. After a 3 month stretch of zero attendance, I was finally expelled from Henrico county schools and taken to court for truancy. At this point I was still doing many many illegal things on a daily or even hourly basis. I ended up getting caught vandalizing several homes in a newly built community. The total estimated repair cost for the damages (for this one incident only) was 1.2 million! Luckily I only had to repay the insurance deductible which came out to $20,000. I got 9 felonies and several misdemeanors from this one incident! Spent several months in juvenile hall. Got put on house arrest for 2 years, which I kept breaking the rules and got locked up several more times and they ended up taking me off of it. Instead, they locked me up in a full-time long-term drug rehab living facility. I still made no major changes in my life so things kept going downwards. I was basically not expected to live to see the age of 18.
At age 17, I basically ran away. I lived in a tent in the woods away from everyone and everything. I stole what I needed and otherwise just hung out in the woods all day getting fucked up. I stole a car and drove up to NY and stayed around there for a few months. I ended up robbing several places and got caught several days later because it was a fairly small town and I was spending money like crazy so it looked suspicious. Got put in jail for several months waiting for the trial. Had to pay lots of restitution and I’m permanently banned from Orleans County NY! They kindly asked me never to come back.
So I go back to VA and at this point, my family is basically estranged and wants nothing to do with me. I had no one to help me and no place to call home. I roamed the streets for a few more months and finally decided that I needed to get away. My mom was driving down to FL to visit some family and I asked if I could hitch a ride. She said yes and few days later I was in FL. This was one of the best moves I made in my life. Not sure if it was the change in scenery or whatever it was, but my thoughts started to change. I got out of most of my bad habits, stopped stealing/lying/scamming, started honest work and so on.
It contains some rather detailed and personal information about myself, but the whole point of this thread is to share with you all something that has changed my life forever. Maybe my experiences and thoughts can be useful to a few of you.
I’ve been thinking a lot about my life and how I got to where I’m currently at. I’ve had a fairly rough life up to this point. I know everyone’s life is rough to a certain extent but to give you an idea of the crap I’ve been through…..I got into some pretty hardcore things at a young age. By the age of 11 I was smoking cigarettes daily. By the age of 12 I was smoking herb and drinking almost daily. By the age of 13 I was trippin on acid, shrooms and geltabs all the time and had even done stuff like coke and freebase whatever prescription drugs I could get. By the age of 15 I was doing all of the above daily & more stuff and did some pretty shady shit to support my habits. I’ve robbed people. I’ve broken into houses and stole what I could. I’ve stolen cars and objects from cars. Shoplifted from hundreds or even thousands of stores. I lied to everyone I know including myself. I vandalized places regularly simply for momentary satisfaction. I got in fights all the time and have been cut, stabbed, burned and shot at. I have also cut, stabbed and shot at others. Never burned anyone yet tho. lol I was also dealing drugs at this point. You might be asking “Where were your parents through all of this and why didn’t they kick your ass?” Well, I hid everything very well for about 5 years. No one had any idea. Then I just kinda fell apart.
At the age of 16, I was failing in school, had a hard time thinking straight and got extremely depressed. I feel that I have been depressed for a majority of my life and spent soo much time filling the void with things like drugs, destruction, and fighting. I started losing control. I stopped going to school all together and spent 24hrs a day locked up in my room. Went from a straight A student in some A.P. classes to a straight F student in some L.D. classes. I cried at random and did things like punching/kicking holes the walls and breaking the door in half. I took it out on myself and my family members. It got really bad and I even threatened to kill them in their sleep and all kinds of crazy shit. My mom was scared for her life at one point. I overdosed on drugs several times which put me in the hospital twice. One of those times caused a minor heart attack and caused me to stop breathing all by the age of 16! Still have some heart issues to this day because of it. I made a few attempts at suicide. One attempt involved filling a trash bag up with freon and tying it over my head. Go out with a killer buzz ya know? Well, I ended up passing out and smacking the ground so hard that I broke my nose (still crooked to this day!). I came to some time later and there was a big puddle of blood from my broken nose, but no trash bag anywhere….it just disappeared?!?!? Anyways, that suicide attempt and the overdoses landed me in a psychiatric institute for a few months where I was diagnosed as bi-polar, manic depressive, chemically dependant and several other titles. I was put on Lithium, Welbutrin, and a few other drugs…best way to treat a drug addict is to give them different drugs right? I guess that made sense to them but the meds ended up making me worse over time. I was sent to two other psychiatric institutes within the same year. Each one came up with different “titles” to my “conditions” and gave me different medications based on those “titles”. Every month or two the medicationswere changed and every doctor I saw said different things so my nervous system went haywire. I ended up having like a nervous breakdown and had some pretty sever seizers and for a few weeks I couldn’t even speak in full sentences or make sense half the time. This whole time I was still doing the coke, acid, herb, about a 24 pack of beer a day and so on. Got suspended from school several times for everything from fighting to cussing out teachers, to smelling like alcohol, to skipping, and so on. I skipped so often that Henrico county used to send a police car to my house to pick me up in the mornings and drop me off at school and pick me up at the end of school and take me home! Once I got to school, I usually went out back in the woods and got fucked up and ended up walking home and staying there all day. After a 3 month stretch of zero attendance, I was finally expelled from Henrico county schools and taken to court for truancy. At this point I was still doing many many illegal things on a daily or even hourly basis. I ended up getting caught vandalizing several homes in a newly built community. The total estimated repair cost for the damages (for this one incident only) was 1.2 million! Luckily I only had to repay the insurance deductible which came out to $20,000. I got 9 felonies and several misdemeanors from this one incident! Spent several months in juvenile hall. Got put on house arrest for 2 years, which I kept breaking the rules and got locked up several more times and they ended up taking me off of it. Instead, they locked me up in a full-time long-term drug rehab living facility. I still made no major changes in my life so things kept going downwards. I was basically not expected to live to see the age of 18.
At age 17, I basically ran away. I lived in a tent in the woods away from everyone and everything. I stole what I needed and otherwise just hung out in the woods all day getting fucked up. I stole a car and drove up to NY and stayed around there for a few months. I ended up robbing several places and got caught several days later because it was a fairly small town and I was spending money like crazy so it looked suspicious. Got put in jail for several months waiting for the trial. Had to pay lots of restitution and I’m permanently banned from Orleans County NY! They kindly asked me never to come back.
So I go back to VA and at this point, my family is basically estranged and wants nothing to do with me. I had no one to help me and no place to call home. I roamed the streets for a few more months and finally decided that I needed to get away. My mom was driving down to FL to visit some family and I asked if I could hitch a ride. She said yes and few days later I was in FL. This was one of the best moves I made in my life. Not sure if it was the change in scenery or whatever it was, but my thoughts started to change. I got out of most of my bad habits, stopped stealing/lying/scamming, started honest work and so on.
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