i never post here anymore, really dont have time and/or an interest for online conversations, i just come by to check out mk news, cause well, once an mk fan, always an mk fan. i saw this in the main page and thought id take a look, glad i did because the walls of the internet and the impersonal concept of it cant put a wall around people reaching out to others.
man, ive been there and im still not sure why. when i was 16 i tried and got into cutting myself, as cliche as it sounds, cause it felt good and would side track what was going on in my head. i stopped all that shit and just moved on, probably around 18 i fell back into it, taking lots of pills, drinking way too much and passing out on my floor, trying to mix as much as possible to fall asleep and tackle a new day. when i was around 19 i was a full blown alcoholic. i would drink my parents whiskey and booze and pretty much black out all the time, wake up with blood on my arms and realize "****, why did i do that and how will i hide that?" every second i had alone i would just do this. id be late to work, not go to school, not wake up until 4 or 5 when my parents would get home, go out with friends, get high, come home, blackout. that went on for way too long. its just weird i can look at my arms and still see the countless cuts. i decided to stop all of this and i ended up getting a tattoo to remind me, this isnt worth it. how can being dead be better than being alive?
thing is, i have a shitload of amazing friends, been dating the girl of my dreams since i was 19, im 24 now, i was in a very popular punk band, traveled and toured, amazing family, i really was not the poster child for what i was doing to myself.
all i can say my friend, is find an outlet. for me, i got into writing, and no im not gonna call it poetry, it was writing. writing was my transitional outlet through all of what the **** was going on in my obsessive compulsive, anxiety ridden head. i wrote during the best of my times and through the worst of my times, sure id be upset when i was writing when i was ****ed up, but it was a positive for me. it was a constant positive.
so, if there can be a constant positive through ups and downs, why cant i apply that to my life?
i stopped over thinking, i learned to smile when i was weirded out, laugh out loud, be polite to people, etc.
nothing is worth doing if the end result is negative.
like i said, im 24 now, 8 years after all this shit happened, i think im almost normal and i havent done any of that shit (well, except getting black out drunk, i think weve all been there every now and then...) what would i have missed if i had killed myself? i have an amazing, well paying job, just bought my own condo, amazing girlfriend, all the memories with my friends, traveling and playing music, graduated from college and made my parents so proud, able to purchase my first 2008 car. im not bragging by any means, i am saying you dont know what the future holds, you cant know, that's why its the future. im glad i didnt **** up big time one of those nights, otherwise id miss out on all that and i wouldnt be able to try and help another person, who i dont know at all, even though i feel i do.
"a problem either has a solution, or does not have a solution. if the problem has one, there is no need to worry. if the problem does not have one, there is no need to worry, as there is nothing that can be done except accept it."
i probably wont check this again, but i hope i helped.