SamuelKhan
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...I beg your forgiveness, but I have to vent.
I want to jump in my car and run the fuck away...Right now I feel extremely low and not sure what to do.
Yesterday was one of the worst days in my life when some of our relatives came over for Thanksgiving. My uncle, whom I will never speak to again, had to make snide and callous remarks about my current status of living at home with my mom. It's one of those wounds that they keep pouring salt into.
I am the product of a dysfunctional home. I was criticized and verbally abused by my father, and sometimes mother. I think dogs had better status than me and my younger brother, who died 20 years ago of cancer.
A lot of my situation is my own doing. I buy stuff that I can't afford, making me immobilized for the time being. It could be the compensation of not having stuff like this before, but at a terrible cost. It's not how much money I'm making, it's the brutal monthly payments, that take up all of my take-home, almost. I barely have enough for gas. I'm not blaming anyone else for this, nor do I want pity.
But I'm hurting so bad and feeling so worthless, that it's reaching dangerous levels. After a period of time, it becomes second nature. I have no social life. I've tried to get help before, but the last psychologist I visited tried to turn me into a zombie, despite helping with my financial skills and study skills.
College in my 30's was hell. You talk about being alienated and demoralized a second time. I dropped out but returned only to go through it again. They teased me during a field trip to a plant. I cried. A grown man bawling like a baby. I lived with my parents. How could I go out and have fun?
The only hope I have is to work freelance and generate enough extra income to pay off my debts and free myself from this prison.
I'm sorry about this everyone. I'll leave you alone now.
I want to jump in my car and run the fuck away...Right now I feel extremely low and not sure what to do.
Yesterday was one of the worst days in my life when some of our relatives came over for Thanksgiving. My uncle, whom I will never speak to again, had to make snide and callous remarks about my current status of living at home with my mom. It's one of those wounds that they keep pouring salt into.
I am the product of a dysfunctional home. I was criticized and verbally abused by my father, and sometimes mother. I think dogs had better status than me and my younger brother, who died 20 years ago of cancer.
A lot of my situation is my own doing. I buy stuff that I can't afford, making me immobilized for the time being. It could be the compensation of not having stuff like this before, but at a terrible cost. It's not how much money I'm making, it's the brutal monthly payments, that take up all of my take-home, almost. I barely have enough for gas. I'm not blaming anyone else for this, nor do I want pity.
But I'm hurting so bad and feeling so worthless, that it's reaching dangerous levels. After a period of time, it becomes second nature. I have no social life. I've tried to get help before, but the last psychologist I visited tried to turn me into a zombie, despite helping with my financial skills and study skills.
College in my 30's was hell. You talk about being alienated and demoralized a second time. I dropped out but returned only to go through it again. They teased me during a field trip to a plant. I cried. A grown man bawling like a baby. I lived with my parents. How could I go out and have fun?
The only hope I have is to work freelance and generate enough extra income to pay off my debts and free myself from this prison.
I'm sorry about this everyone. I'll leave you alone now.



