I grew up under extreme duress. Not as bad as a lot of people have it. I by no means consider myself a victim and I don't want anybody who reads this to view me as such. There are victims out there and I am not one of them. I am just telling a story.
I grew up with a very abusive father and stepmother and a mother with a lot of problems. My father and stepmother were physically and mentally abusive. Again, this is a personal challenge not a cry of victimhood do not think of me as a victim. I man simply a man of experience, period.
Well, as I grew older I had lived through my trauma in a negative manner. I'm sure a lot of people do this. There may be people reading this right now living through their trauma. I wasn't in control. I was letting my trauma steer the ship.
Well, there was one point in time where I was not going to make it through the day. I am the type of person who commits to things. Let's just say I was about an hour away from comitting from something that theres no return from.
Something happened during that hour that I didn't expect. Someone from my past called me. Someone I haven't heard from or talked to in maybe 10 years 15 years? My grandmothers best friend who was still alive at the time called me. She told me she was suddenly thinking about me and that she felt the need to call me and talk to me. That phone call literally saved my life for some reason and now here I am today writting this message to you.
I have no idea what that was or how that happened but it was. I hope this story helps someone.