Since I’ve been blogging I’ve made a tremendous friend circle and I’m learning SO much from them. One lady I met combines trauma therapy with writing. It’s a very interesting combination and I’ve been watching her intently. So I thought I’d share my story of trauma with you in hope I gain something by writing this. My path to destruction. Please enjoy!
Many moons ago I suffered from deep, deep depression. Imagine the kind of depression that walks into your life out of nowhere and slowly kills a part of you. When that part is gone then it jumps inside of you, replacing what once was a part of you and now exists as a deep dark void in a pit of bile and nastiness. Slowly, it envelopes your soul and all that you once were. You become a mere shadow of your former self. This is what I had. I’ll tell you my story.
The world has changed. The world has got up and changed in a big ol’ hurry. And not like the slow progression you can read through the history books over a Millennia, I mean actual immediate change. In less than 20 years we’ve went from the talkative, social and integrated society that we all knew and loved. To the interconnected but disconnected from reality digital whirlwind that we exist as now.
Looking back through my life perhaps three years ago I was a control freak. Always had to be in control to maintain that equilibrium. You know? That balance throughout your life that had the feeling of smoothness plastered all over it. When I was in control life was plain sailing and non-conflicting. It was nice. It was quiet. Then I started my new job
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So I created this a few months ago but I feel it needs to be shared more and more. It’s such a positive and empowering message. Hope you like it!
I’ve always liked to think of myself as a decent guy. Even through high school; raised by my mother who suffered at the hands of an overgrown bully for eleven years it was taboo for me to engage in any such activity. But kids are, well, kids are cruel. Not so much in the younger years but when it reaches high school it tends to get rather rough. And life is diverse; we had a whole year of at least 200 children mingling, getting to know each other and so on. So what happens when we are faced with difference?