I look at how many years i've been here and look back at how much stuff i had to deal with. I feel pretty proud of myself!
I left the Witnesses.
Noah almost died after he was born because he wasn't breathing.
When Megan was pregnant with the twins, Brooke almost didn't make it through the pregnancy, and Molly was at risk too and to be honest it was touch and go if Brooke was going to survive after . She had two blood transfusions which i didn't ever say no to but god did i worry...would it work or would the witnesses prove right at a critical moment in their and my life.
My Stepdad used to treat me really bad until i stood up for myself. Before that life was so bad at home i lived with others, and i had a drinking problem, despite me being young i learned that alcohol made me 'feel loose'.
When it came to it, after i broke the witness mould off compeltely i felt strange and i didn't even know who i was. I didn't cope at all with the transition from 'christian role model' to free boy/man. Anxiety took hold and i went through a stage of never leaving the house. I just stayed in and felt myself slipping away, and i had no idea how to stop myself unwinding. After a bad experience or two later i just lost the plot completely. I just about managed to put a respectable front on for others, but at home i was just an angry monster to be blunt, surprised Megan put up with me getting angry all the time.
I then became a hypochondriac. I thought i had every illness and ailment in the book. Just managed to get a grip on that one.
Thankfully i'm back in one piece, and almost completely sane. I am on meds for anxiety/depression but overall, i feel myself moving forward. I think another five years and i'll be sorted. Amazing how i've relapsed and got it together again a few times, when i thought i was going to be ok. Just goes to show, family and/or friends are everything.
Peace out people!