Originally posted by Cappadonna:
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BryLmoo might not be able to take this like others would.
I understand his grief, and I have to say: I told you before that everything would be OK, and I'm going to tell you again.
Just roll with it man.
You know I have to everyday.
I hope he recovers soon.</strong><hr></blockquote>
Very well put. If you would have asked me last year at this time I would have said the same thing, that I fucking HATE God. But blaming him isn't going to get you anywhere.
I feel like I can talk about this stuff now that I am out of it but for the last 8 years I have had to deal with some serious shit. Back in June 94 my brother was officially labelled a Bi-Poler manic depressive. The stories I could tell would take all day, but he basically became totally nuts. He has tryed killing me multiple times. He has cut me with knives, hit me over the head with frying pans and multiple other things. That was the easy part. Helping my Mother deal with it was the hard part. I lost all my friends from the ordeal but it was worth it, helping my Mother. She became my best friend, as corny as that sounds.
I spent 8 years with my Mother trying to help her deal with all the stress my Brother and Father put her through. I let her vent to me. The problem was I had know one to vent to. So I took it all. My brother's desease threw everything off. My parents could never be alone and stuff like that and it caused major shit.
And after 8 years of putting my life on hold what was my reward?? I got to watch my Mother die. I don't care what it is but when you put 8 years of your life in something or for a cause you want to see some type of results. It wasn't meant to be.
But I didn't get drunk once or turn to drugs or anything like that. I took it on the chin and told myself that if I can do this I can do anything. And I did. Life can't break me.
In this last month of Oct. I have gotten my driver's license, got a job, have met a lot of people and the last two weeks am having a ball going to the bars/clubs meeting girls and stuff like that. I am trully alive again.
My point (sorry for the long post) is that as bad as life may be, you just have to live it and sooner or later things will turn around. And I trully hope your Father gets better. My 96 year aunt had a stroke about a year ago and she is doing fine. So there
IS hope
[ November 03, 2002: Message edited by: Shin Guile X ]</p>