mabudachi
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- Nov 17, 2025
- 6
Last year I busted my ass to build a new camper for me and my dog to live in. It was perfect. We only got to enjoy it shortly.
On thanksgiving last year, I lost control on ice and rolled it into a ditch, which chucked me out the windshield and gave me a TBI. My dog was fine luckily. I would have froze to death had it not been for the person who found me. They said they heard a voice from god that told them to keep driving up the road I was on for an hour and a half past where he was going. Fucking crazy.
I was in a bad place, but I fixed my truck, built a temporary living situation in a canopy topper, and tried to get on with life.
I was starting to do better, and decided to go camping again. Get back on the horse, ya know? Bad idea. Found ice again instead of a campsite. Crashed again. Ruined my home again. Fuck.
I was spiraling hard so I reached out to my old therapist. On the way to my first appt I was run off the road by a road rager. He ran up on me after we stopped and sucker punched me in the head. My TBI went off the rails. Had a seizure, memory loss problems, constant ringing in my ears, light/sound sensitivity, and balance problems. Got a pair of rx glasses to help with vision problems. Went to a ton of specialists. (Still going to see most of them.)
In the beginning of July my dog that I had for 12 years was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He only made it two more months before I had to put him down in September. It broke me.
I held on for a bit, but when I got his ashes back it was too much. I am so lost without him. My symptoms are flaring up like crazy. All I feel is pain. I can't take care of myself properly because of the TBI (or work). I have lost most of my friends. My family is starting to drift away as well now.
I don't want to hurt anyone, including myself, but I can't keep going like this. I am trapped in limbo and can't do anything about it.
To make matters worse, I confided in someone I thought I could trust that I don't want to be alive anymore. Clarified that I am not going to hurt myself, just desperate and tired. He didn't listen and told people. They told people. Now I'm getting threatened with a 5150 when all I need is peace and support. It sucks that now my struggle is everyone's business when I never asked for that. This is only going to make things worse. I think I'm going to go back to isolating in the woods. That's where my dog spent a majority of his life with me, and it's the only place I still feel connected to him.
(Please don't tell me to get another dog. It is too soon and I can barely take care of myself.)
On thanksgiving last year, I lost control on ice and rolled it into a ditch, which chucked me out the windshield and gave me a TBI. My dog was fine luckily. I would have froze to death had it not been for the person who found me. They said they heard a voice from god that told them to keep driving up the road I was on for an hour and a half past where he was going. Fucking crazy.
I was in a bad place, but I fixed my truck, built a temporary living situation in a canopy topper, and tried to get on with life.
I was starting to do better, and decided to go camping again. Get back on the horse, ya know? Bad idea. Found ice again instead of a campsite. Crashed again. Ruined my home again. Fuck.
I was spiraling hard so I reached out to my old therapist. On the way to my first appt I was run off the road by a road rager. He ran up on me after we stopped and sucker punched me in the head. My TBI went off the rails. Had a seizure, memory loss problems, constant ringing in my ears, light/sound sensitivity, and balance problems. Got a pair of rx glasses to help with vision problems. Went to a ton of specialists. (Still going to see most of them.)
In the beginning of July my dog that I had for 12 years was diagnosed with a brain tumor. He only made it two more months before I had to put him down in September. It broke me.
I held on for a bit, but when I got his ashes back it was too much. I am so lost without him. My symptoms are flaring up like crazy. All I feel is pain. I can't take care of myself properly because of the TBI (or work). I have lost most of my friends. My family is starting to drift away as well now.
I don't want to hurt anyone, including myself, but I can't keep going like this. I am trapped in limbo and can't do anything about it.
To make matters worse, I confided in someone I thought I could trust that I don't want to be alive anymore. Clarified that I am not going to hurt myself, just desperate and tired. He didn't listen and told people. They told people. Now I'm getting threatened with a 5150 when all I need is peace and support. It sucks that now my struggle is everyone's business when I never asked for that. This is only going to make things worse. I think I'm going to go back to isolating in the woods. That's where my dog spent a majority of his life with me, and it's the only place I still feel connected to him.
(Please don't tell me to get another dog. It is too soon and I can barely take care of myself.)