The major events in my life:
I was molested when I was in elementary school. My dad died in middle school. I rebelled in high school. Lost touch with half of my family. Went off to college. Got a $600,000 trust fund. Stopped talking to any of my family. Got addicted to crystal meth. Went to raves and rolled and did all kind of drugs in order to have a good time. Had an unwanted gay experience. Fell in love with a girl and quit meth. I led a normal life for a few years. We broke up. Tried to learn how to casually date which I suck at because I kept falling into some degree of Love. I ran out of the trust fund. Got addicted to oxycontin, I moved back home. I got kicked out. Lived in my car and stole things for a living. Went to jail and lost my car. got addicted to heroin. I risked my wellbeing walking into the ghetto most days to get drugs. i got kicked out of my house. lived on the street, tried crack, had sex with a male for money, let a guy pay me to give me a blow job, was used and not paid, wished i was dead, i would only get up to piss or eat, i lost my mind completely, i heard things and saw things for 3 days, i lost my clothes and shoes, i slept in a church parking lot, i smoked cigarettes of off the ground, ate food out of the trashcan, begged for money. people would walk by me and hand me money without me asking I looked that bad. The world was dark.
I moved back home. I cleaned up. I feel in love. I decided I believed in God, because 1. I shouldnt be alive 2. there is absolutely some reason why i am still here, why I have made it to the point that I’m at. There was just so much involved in me getting here.
And now everything is clear. Things aren’t perfect, but life excites me to no end. I love life. I love meeting new people. And I’m an awesome person now. Everything is totally amazing now. Am I trying to convince you or me that that is true? Neither. I am happy.