deadspace
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- Dec 13, 2020
- 11
So I've lived a rough life, some through choices I've made but most has been from the poor decisions of others that had an affect on my life and giving me no good choices.
Growing up I was emotionally abused at home bullied at school and eventually placed in solitude both at school and at home.
My parents had a habit of throwing me out of the house, then calling the cops and reporting me as a runaway. They also enjoyed sitting me in a corner from the time I got home from school till it was time for bed. I've always been the bad guy.
These actions against me caused some serious problems for me as a young adult. I ended up in an abusive relationship, where I simply shut down for most of the 15 years we were together. Then she did something that repulsed me beyond anything. I won't say what she did, but I will say many people have died behind bars after they were convicted of this crime.
This caused me to spiral hard, while I divorced her I developed some serious self sabotaging behavior. This spiral lasted about 4 years. It ended with me in a coma because I was unwilling drugged and left for dead on some train tracks, where I was hit by a train.
This incident put me in the hospital for a couple months, and ended with me moving back in with one of my parents. I struggled for several years with some very strong emotions of feeling worthless and very deep depression.
Then, just as I got to a point where I was finally finding my way, through a business I started and enjoyed doing, I was again blindsided with being asked to leave. When I did they called the cops and this time told them I took a bunch of drugs and walked off.
While technically they were not lying as I did take my prescriptions with me they left out the fact that I didn't actually swallow the drugs and let the police believe I was suicidal. So there were search parties looking for me and an absolute shit show. This caused my childhood traumas to resurface, but they convinced me to just come back.
The next day I kept to myself, got up in the morning went and got my coffee and went straight back to my room. I didn't even get half the coffee down before I was getting screamed at and told to get out again.
This is when I said if you want me out evict me. I'm guessing this was a mistake also. At about 6 that night the police show up and inform me they are there because someone filled out a 302.
Get to the hospital and they gave me a choice, go in for 72 hours or be forced in for 7 days. So I go in for 72 hours.
While I was in the hospital these fucking people destroyed and disappeared 12000 worth of my equipment and also killed my cat. So I used what little money I had to buy a plane ticket to the only place that has ever been on my bucket list and went to a safe place for the week and a half before my flight.
Now I've been in this place for a few days and I am in a position (I know I placed myself there) where I'm about out of money and even though I've already found a job I'm still going to be homeless for months.
I'm too old and in too much pain to live like this anymore. The only thing in my favor is that the place I'm at there are only two options, make it, or die when winter hits.
Tbh right now I just want to die.
Anyway sorry I just needed to vent some. Maybe someone here will remember me when I eventually fail.
I'd happily take any advice for a less painful way to go rather than hypothermia and I would even welcome advice to help me live. At this point I'm just looking at all my options
Growing up I was emotionally abused at home bullied at school and eventually placed in solitude both at school and at home.
My parents had a habit of throwing me out of the house, then calling the cops and reporting me as a runaway. They also enjoyed sitting me in a corner from the time I got home from school till it was time for bed. I've always been the bad guy.
These actions against me caused some serious problems for me as a young adult. I ended up in an abusive relationship, where I simply shut down for most of the 15 years we were together. Then she did something that repulsed me beyond anything. I won't say what she did, but I will say many people have died behind bars after they were convicted of this crime.
This caused me to spiral hard, while I divorced her I developed some serious self sabotaging behavior. This spiral lasted about 4 years. It ended with me in a coma because I was unwilling drugged and left for dead on some train tracks, where I was hit by a train.
This incident put me in the hospital for a couple months, and ended with me moving back in with one of my parents. I struggled for several years with some very strong emotions of feeling worthless and very deep depression.
Then, just as I got to a point where I was finally finding my way, through a business I started and enjoyed doing, I was again blindsided with being asked to leave. When I did they called the cops and this time told them I took a bunch of drugs and walked off.
While technically they were not lying as I did take my prescriptions with me they left out the fact that I didn't actually swallow the drugs and let the police believe I was suicidal. So there were search parties looking for me and an absolute shit show. This caused my childhood traumas to resurface, but they convinced me to just come back.
The next day I kept to myself, got up in the morning went and got my coffee and went straight back to my room. I didn't even get half the coffee down before I was getting screamed at and told to get out again.
This is when I said if you want me out evict me. I'm guessing this was a mistake also. At about 6 that night the police show up and inform me they are there because someone filled out a 302.
Get to the hospital and they gave me a choice, go in for 72 hours or be forced in for 7 days. So I go in for 72 hours.
While I was in the hospital these fucking people destroyed and disappeared 12000 worth of my equipment and also killed my cat. So I used what little money I had to buy a plane ticket to the only place that has ever been on my bucket list and went to a safe place for the week and a half before my flight.
Now I've been in this place for a few days and I am in a position (I know I placed myself there) where I'm about out of money and even though I've already found a job I'm still going to be homeless for months.
I'm too old and in too much pain to live like this anymore. The only thing in my favor is that the place I'm at there are only two options, make it, or die when winter hits.
Tbh right now I just want to die.
Anyway sorry I just needed to vent some. Maybe someone here will remember me when I eventually fail.
I'd happily take any advice for a less painful way to go rather than hypothermia and I would even welcome advice to help me live. At this point I'm just looking at all my options