I think I just told my story to a “comment” blog and now the person is reading my issues in confusion. Anyway–I’m the babbling boy who had this site exposed to me through my big sister. I just lost my mom to Alzheimer’s and I just lost my job. Yada yada yada—- I feel like I have years of failure and addiction but remain hopeful–but I do not know how much longer I can live this way. OK–I’m just going to get my story out there for my own therapeutic reasons. In outline form: 10 years ago I was taking 50 vicodin ES a day. Rehabs etc. I have now been clean for 8 years and don’t even think of taking that pill anymore. I’m the youngest out of six kids and could be labeled the so called “black sheep” child but still loved and giving love. My family has been there for me as much as I could ever ask and financially bailed me out many times. I had really 2 great jobs in my life, from 7 years in one with a lead to get into the other for another 8 years because a takeover was about to happened. After the last merger or takeover–I have been in and out of work trying to figure out what I want to be when I GROW UP. I have been struggling for years financially-in debt and–oh hell-I’m poor. But hopeful and still feel blessed. In a nut shell-I had a friend say to me once, “If you wanted to kill yourself, I think no one would blame you.” I have a wife and 9-year-old boy who is the best thing in my life. BOTTOM LINE–I still believe in things like this TDL and love and hope and faith. Just don’t know how much longer I can hang.
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