I have come to terms that what I have had numerous unhealthy habits form in the past few months. Lack of sleep, an abysmal lack of an appetite, two days out of the week to catch up, and boom, back to work. I've been obsessed with time, how long can I sleep in, how many hours until I get out of work, the cycle repeats itself, shit, I worked two jobs, mostly two shifts for a few days in a row, and somehow I didn't go crazy than.
Straight up, not having a good time, but things get better, I'm home now, I have a job, my bills are paid, my birthday's this month, like bro, everything should be all right in the world, yet everything gets to me. I'm paranoid, and the kicker is NOTHING and NO ONE has caused me any harm outside of petty insults and drama. 2024's been full of pros and cons , but it could always be worse, and I'm thankful for what I have. Now I just need to kick myself in the ass with motivation to change things. I did lose weight this year, it hasn't been a priority for me in years, but walking to work everyday has helped me get the excercise. I understand that with patience, talking out what I feel, so like this post is spur of the moment, that I will feel better. I apologize for not being here, ignoring PMs, I'm just going through a rough time and have an overall lack of energy. I watched RAW last night for the first time in years, that's a start, so I'll try and be more consistent with that and just, y'know, actually
be here. You guys are always easy to talk too. I appreciate the safe-space.
I once again want to apologize last night. Me and Mom got into an argument and then it escalated into us yelling at each other. She insist that I should move to my brother's house, because she overheard me wanting to stop cooking and other stuff, because I do it all the time. I thought to myself that I finally had enough. I've started down Hurricanes very fast, like 2-3 drinks a can. I didn't give a fuck anymore. On my last Hurricane, the rest of the Melantonin gummies I had, which was 11-12 or whatever, 5mg each, I took them all and keep taking big drinks of Hurricane, as I was trying to commit suicide. This morning I woke up and i was crying because I'm fucking miserable. I hate my life and I really want to end it because I failed as a human being, especially the shit that happened last night. Please forgive me.
We've said hi once, twice on this site, but I want to yap for a second about my brother and my mother. First of all, I'm glad you're here, I'm glad that despite your own mind plotting against your body, you reached out to friends here. My younger brother is the closest family to me nowadays. We moved out in different ways, took different paths in life, I am beyond proud of him for not only working on a career, but I am appreciative that out of all of his friends, his cliques, his social clubs, he still picks me to hangout with all the time. I'm stubborn, I always want to do things MY way as a way to get back at my parents for what they cost us growing up.
I want to say something I genuinely believe in to this day; family is who you decide to be family. You and your life are not defined by any enviroment you live in, I lived with my step-father for months after promising I'd never go back. I felt nothing but shame and regret, it took me hours, weeks, months to get back to where I could live in a better space. WE as individuals choose what we do with our lives and choose who is in it, it took me so long to break out of the manipulative enviroment I grew up in to realize how big the world is and that I had free will. This life is worth living, I genuinely believe in you and I hope things get better.