meh, not really tough life or so, i'm happy and thankful that i live in a 1st world country and think like : "Thank you world for letting me live here."
i'm just 14 so don't have much to tell but i got bullied when i was about 6 years old because i was fat (still am.....)
I was kinda aggressive but i also had few friends who knew that if you were nice to me, i was nice to you.
it stopped totally when i was about 10 but since that age i realized that i'm a lot different then the people around me, I tend to like different things like astronomy, psychology, biology, tech and i'm really into games.
I don't bother being different at all but it's just hard to find someone like me IRL.
So most times when the holidays start and stuff like that i'm kinda lonely.
At school it's all fine, only problem there is that i never feel like learning because i mostly know the stuff already or i don't like it and then read it without really focusing and because of that, i'll make some mistakes so I have an average mark of 6.5/10 .
I'm trying to work on this because if i read, then ill mostly get an 8/10 which's a lot better

Also, i sometimes am very sad when i think about my mom because she does everything in our house and works is very sweet and i just feel like a dick. i always ask her to help her but then she mostly says no and if she says yes i'll help but thats only sometimes.
The worst part about this feeling is when i think about my mom's childhood , she explained to me that her mother died when she was 14, My grandmother died after she gave birth to my uncle directly.
And because my mom was the oldest child from the 5 children. She took care mostly of her brothers and sisters.
My grandpa did helped sometimes but couldn't always help because he needed to work a lot.
He was the sweetest person i knew, i only met him once because he lived in Iraq (thats where my parents are from)
he actually barely talked to me because he was crying. the whole time he was crying. when i asked him why he said because he couldn't be a normal grandfather for me like most children really have and so he felt sad for me.

after about 9 months he died due to a heart-infection.
RIP gramps...
09-05-12 or
05-09-12 for Americans....

I never had a bad life O.O so i can't complain about it, the problem is that i'm very lazy and that become a bad habbit for me :(.
Oh....and i also killed a potatoe once, don't tell anybody.

Did, did you kill a potato?????

Whyyyyyyy???????
you monster, you're going to hell you demon-spawn.

Lol, nah but seriously i have the same bad habit

I'll try to keep this short.
My childhood was normal
I had my ups and down like everyone else
Everything started just last year
My dad lost both his legs to smoking, a rot started to appear on his legs
We went to several hospitals to try to cure it.
We had no results and we sent him to another country with his brother to try to cure it
At the end he got his legs amputated, I didn't see him for a year
I knew he got his legs amputated but everyone tried to hide it from me, but i just knew it
He finally came back and I didn't care that he lost them, I just wanted to see him
He was very happy and we were getting a pair of those robotic legs for him
We had everything ready for it, measurements and stuff were ready at the hospital
Finally he was about to get it, he was happy too, I imagined how he felt, he could walk again and do things without asking or bothering anyone. We were happy to help him too
Unfortunately he never got the chance to get them.
One day I woke up from my moms scream, she kept screaming his name
I was dazed but I saw him unresponsive on the bed next to me.
I tried everything once i got to him, I called his name, I tried to perform CPR, I checked for a pulse...nothing
I hoped it was all a dream. My uncle came, he tried the same thing I did but still nothing
The medics arrived and did their thing, but it was too late, he died an hour before my mom tried to wake him up for breakfast and for work.
Everyone was crying except me, I was shocked and overwhelmed by sadness and that the fact he died next to me on bed
I was always in the same room ready if he needed anything.
I guess you know what happens next.
Time has passed and my family is calmer now
We remember him everyday
everything seems to be quite now
we are doing our best to continue life
My eyes opened to things I didn't see before, all the other people with the same or even worse condition my dad had
and I notice people with wheelchairs
Well, this was the short version of my story...
Listen to my advice, to anyone who's reading, spend the most you can with the person(s) you hold dear to you, you NEVER know when
they will leave. Trust me if you don't you will regret it and feel sorry and stupid the rest of your life. oh and DON'T SMOKE, its poison wrapped in paper and death flowing in your lungs. Thank you to whoever read this please head my warning. STAY HEALTHY and keep others HEALTHY and safe. Adios

I agree with DaxSage, you will never know what will happen tomorrow, so you have to spend as much time as you can while they're here.

But I guess i should share my story, seeing as I'm new to the forum and all...


My name is Katt, I'm 21 and I'm a twin and I live in the UK
I currently live with my boyfriend and I'm a musician studying at University

But it wasn't always so good for me, aha.

Okay where do I start? (I don't want to bore you all!).
I'll summarise :p

I was born in Scotland, difficult childhood;
My father beat my mother regularly (even when she was pregnant with our older brother who died as a baby).
He was just nasty to us, my poor mum got all of it though and she had bad depression.

We ran away when we were 7, ended up in a family homeless hostel in Scotland.
After 3 years Mum got cancer so we lived with Dad again (we didn't realise how horrible he truly was at this point so we begged our mum to stay with him).

He barely fed us, talked to us like we were stupid. He would ridicule us, ignore us and accuse of things. He would also cheat on my stepmum (who we also disliked greatly but still). My depression started when I was 10/11 and living there. It was just horrible.

A year later we told dad we were going on holiday but actually moved in with my mum in England (hahaha!).
When we 12 we cut off all contact with him (finally).


I started to get depression but living with mum was SO MUCH better, I wondered why we didnt do it sooner. She loved us, her friends loved us. My mum didn't have a lot of money but she would save up to take us away places just to make us happy.

England was good.

We had a good 3 years until mum started to get sick.
She just had minor illnesses at first which then got worse and worse.

At 15, Sammi (my twin) and I became her carers. We had school but we would also have to cook, clean and help mum bathe. She was such an independant woman that she hated it, but we loved her so we didn't mind.

We would come home everyday from school and sit and talk to her, when she was bedridden we would eat our meals in her room with her and watch TV. At the time I never realised I was a carer, or how sick she actually was because we were just living it.

One of school teachers would meet us in the Supermarket so that we could take shopping home to mum because we didn't really have anyone, it was hard.

I remember when mum went into hospital. She was so, so ill and the Doctors made her stay in. Because Sammi and I were only 15, we had to stay at a teachers house because we had no where to go. I'm so thankful for that teachers help, even to this day!

Mum was in for a week and came home, we had Christmas and we wre okay. She was really sick, but she was going to be okay.

The next few months passed in a blur. We had an amazing 16th birthday! I had my college interview, it was all really positive!
Mum was still really ill and trying to find a diagnoses for why she was ill (she had every test done under the sun!) She could barely walk or drive or even see (she had really bad blurry vision) but she would force herself to get out of bed, even just to the hallway for a smoke. It was a real struggle for her.

Then in July, I noticed that mum couldnt eat again. She was surviving on 2 grapes and a sip of water a day. Anymore and she would throw up
extensively and have extreme diarhhea. Her feet had puffed up like grapefruits and she could barely get out of bed.

I said to her:
"Mum, you need to go back into hospital again, you're not eating again."

She looked at me and said;

"I know, I will, but its not time yet."

I trusted my mum, and what she said gos, so I left it.


A week later I went into the bathroom and found her slumped over on the toilet. Something wasn't right.
I asked her, if she was okay and she just groaned.

I helped her up and she stumbled saying "help me!" She didn't say it normally, I could tell she was in pain and she gripped my arm really hard.
She kept repeating "help me!" as I guided her in the bedroom.

"Help you with what mum? What's wrong?"

"H.ellp... me..e"

I put her on her bed and I didn't know what to do.

I told my sister and we decided that we would monitor her and call an ambulance in the morning if she wasn't better.
(Like i said, we didnt know how sick she really was.)

Even the cat was acting strange around mum so we knew something was gravely wrong.

I didnt get any sleep that night and the next morning we called the ambulance.

To cut the rest of the story short; We spent 10 hours in A&E (Emergency Room) in the back because the doctors couldnt figure out what to do with her. My mum had gone, she wasnt herself at this point. She couldnt speak at all, almost like her personality had switched off and she was in agony. The doctors sedated her and put her in intensive care.

She died 2 days later.



From there we ended up in a horrible homeless hostel full of drug addicts and scary people and life was so hard. I considered suicide many times and I was extrememly depressed.
I met this guy called Alex at college and needless to say, him and his family really changed my life!
(and Sammis!)

I live with him now and he is so loving and I'm so lucky to have found him!

My mum passed away 5 years ago, and I've had therapy so now I'm okay.
I studied hard and got into University last year and life is finally looking up.

I think of my mum every single day but life is good now. Of course I wish she was here,
but I'm happy and I'll see her again one day



So yeahh... that's me!

In the Fifth Class of school I drank many beers and got drunk and I also tried to eat an quarter.

It all started when I first tasted non-alc. beer at age of 5 and then alc. beer at age of 10-16 and at 16-23(now) I am drinking flavoured beer and other shit to do something bad with my health.

I was at Ion Barbu Theoretical Highschool from Class 1-11 and then I din't really went to an university or college or other stuff.I got an profession of Private Investigator and I am solving cases (Hackers,bankrupt and other shit) and I was born in Bucharest,Romania. I din't really had an difficult childhood most likely running from home was better to me.I was running from home (not because I was mad or something) when I was 10/11 years old at night to see the beautiful city and to buy something from the shops.
My father worked as an Engineer and my mother as an Nuclear Specialist or something like that.
I was 17 years old and I continue running from home but armed this time.I had some problems with some kids stealing from me so I beat them and that's how I ended with "Pedo Bearman" Nice title huh :pinch:
I left my parents home at age of 18 and got into an new house with some money from where I got an part-time job (Leader or something like that)
I din't get an (temp) girlfriend but I loved someone but now I don't anymore.
I am an specialist with drink beer and other alc. stuff too.
I also like to go with the tent in the forest and drink alot of beer.
When I was 20 it was 2010 so I thought some party with my friends would be good.
At age of 22 I got my Private Investigator profession and got good with money. (Some cases I work for free, the ones witch are not requested)
Now at age of 23 I am trying to make an internet career to help people, play, and chat to friendly ones.I also trying to find an girlfriend.


So yeah that's me.

Once upon a time.. There was a fox named Jello.

When I was born, for a short time I lived with my half-siblings and POSSIBLY both my parents or just my mum.. I don't actually know. My memory of this time is so clouded, after lots of research all I managed to find was me and my other siblings were taken away from my mum by the government, what happened to my siblings is unknown, actually, all I know is that I went to live with my Dad. This was not great.

Life with my Dad was horrible. His first girlfriend I can't remember the name of, but I do remember the horrible things my Dad did to her and myself. He would always yell at her and attack her with his fists or a knife, she would scream and I'd always find her crying.. She'd say the same words over and over again, I don't know what they were- Something about my Dad. Of course, I was terrified. There was this one time my Dad lost it and picked up our glass fish tank, he threw it onto the ground and left shards of glass all over the lounge room floor. They were never picked up, so I was forced to walk on them and leave many cuts in my feet.

Luckily, after an incident where my Dad chased his girlfriend through town with a knife he was taken away to jail. Naturally, I was extremely traumatized at this, but not action was taken on my behalf except me being sent to live with my Dad's parents. This didn't last long though, and my Grandma hated me.. A lot. She'd scream at me how pathetic and worthless I was, threatening to kill me and such.

This only stopped because I went to live with my Dad once more, as he got out of jail. He got a new girlfriend.. And it all happened again, the thing I remember most clearly was when my Dad lost it completely. He attacked his girlfriend viciously, leaving these.. Huge holes in the wall where his punches missed. (I would just cry, because I could do nothing but watch.). He went to jail again.. I went to my grandma again.. The process repeated itself until I got removed from my Dad completely and now live with my Grandma.

I hate my Dad with a passion, and since violence is the only thing I know I'm very.. Um.. Corrupted, I guess, and plan to get rid of my Dad.. As he is sexually abusive, I'm not clear on the details.. I think he just doesn't have room for me to live with him. But he can visit me, and he's very abusive and perverted. To make things worse, my Grandma still appears to hate me and each day she enjoys verbally abusing me and leaving me crying in my room.

Attempted suicide, failed. I've taken to self-harming, badly. I've condemned myself to long clothing, covering myself up completely as I'm insecure about my body due to abuse and my self-harm scars which I go to long lengths to hide. To make things worse, my school life isn't any better. I'm bullied for being a weirdo with 'no parents', I'm pretty much an outcast. My friends.. I used to have good, supportive friends. Then one of them turned out to be using me, the rest seemed to follow on.

I took to making a fool of myself so people would notice me, it worked for a little bit but people got bored of the 'pretend' me. I try to show them I'm NOT an idiot, but a rather troubled, lonely individual. They all ignored me, If I'm not there to humor anyone they don't want me around. I guess you could say I'm quite smart, winning state writing competitions and such.. But my successful grades are falling now. I can't sleep anymore, I'm constantly haunted by nightmares about my Dad and.. Well, everything.

I have a therapist who really doesn't care, I don't feel open with her so I can't open up... All I can do is play the happy act I've grown so well accompanied with. I'm constantly searching for help, but there's not much I can do in a small country town where everyone knows me as.. HIS daughter. I could run away, but I'm too scared that I will lose the faint light I've managed to find, even if it's fading.

I could say a lot more, but I'm not looking for pity so I'll stop here. My life is basically a broken record anyways. e.e

Well mine are very long stories, but just one simplified is girls I considered my best friends for many years turned out to be the ones who would bully me. It was a hard few years but sticking up for myself and finally deciding enough was enough, was the best decision I ever made. Through this difficult time I found my love of gaming, and at points it kinda makes me thankful, and realized everything happens for a reason.

If you're having problems the biggest advice is find someone to talk to, literally anyone, if you feel like you have no one, heck pm me and Im willing to talk.

Well, during most of my time in school from 3rd to about 7th or 8th grade, I was often one the dumb fucks bullying some other kid or kids. I have been a part of some pretty grim bullying, which I will not describe closely, because there has been som fuckd up episodes. But yeah, it often involved a lot of beating, and embarassing exposing of others. But the good side of my story is that at some point in 7th or 8th grade I changed, because of a new guy who had started in my class, who one day asked me; "Why is it that you bully others?" and I strongly remember my answer being "For fun, what else?" - and that was probably why, because we ofcourse had our little gang of dumb bullies which I saw as my group of friends. And i liked to make them laugh, and I did so by bullying others. - and to that he just said "It isn't fun for the ones you're bullying".

Through the next week I had that thought in my head, and I began to stop bullying. I even began standing up and helping people on my school when they were bullied. And even today when I'm almost graduating I still have that thought in my head everytime i make a joke or anything about another person, and if I find that what I said was too harsh i quickly apologise. I try my hardest to be a good person towards most people, and fcourse I can still be an ass at times ... but I'm nothing like that dumb bully, who once was me.

So, I feel sorry for everyone who has been bullied. I have also been bullied, but not in any real seriously bad way.
But I promis that I have turned into a good guy, and I regret all of the bullying I have done.

When I was born my mum was ill, I was put up for adoption. At the age of 1 I was taken in by a loving family life was pretty normal until at the age of 6 I was told about my past and still to this day am thinking about my real family. As a kid I was never really popular as I was not down with the 'cool kids.' But in my secondary school years I was picked on (Not bullied.) Until I met a bunch of other un cool guys, thus creating a bunch of uncool cool kids but the idea of cool is but an illusion so anyway...

Everything sort of happened from there, At my collage everyone is studying creative arts so where all a bit odd. I fit right in because I would rather be different then the same copy of 1000000 people on this earth. I will try to find my parents, but that is another story for another day.

Wow I really trust the internet, ok that all stay asome you Bro's!!!

heres a list cause im to lazy to explain:
-mum used to hit me
-dad pretty much disowned me until i hit puberty
-sister injured me lots (she even once stabbed me in the face with a rake
-the guys i thought were my friends through primary school said to me on the last day "we hate you, we were just pretending to be your friends because we felt sorry for you"
-i got bullied
-i had no friends
-was in love with a lesbian for ages (who i actually dated for a bit)

Then i said fuck it, now im one of the "henchest" guys in school and im also fairly popular now cause of something that happened on a school trip to iceland, my mum doesnt hit me anymore cause she knows it doesnt hurt me anymore, dad loves me cause now i do loads of sports with him and i dont have a "high pitched whiney voice", i stood up to the bullies, am okay with my sister now and the best thing is that im going out with and absolutely amazing and beautiful girl

Maybe a little too late but here's a list of things that changed my life.
- Born in a really loving and loyal family, everybody loved (and still does) each other.
- Dad had a ''mind demon'' and thought that everything me and my brothers did were a danger for our lives
- 2009 dad's mind demon turned into panic attacks and he started to get really depressed and for a year, i woke up every night to hear my dad cry in panic.
- He punched himself, he hit his head in the walls every day, he took knives from the kitchen and locked himself in, he threw furnitures all around the house and so on.
- Had to watch this everyday, hear mom crying and my brothers take him down on the floor several times to calm him down for a year while i starved myself in depression, developed anorexia.
- Weren't allowed to talk to anyone about this.
- Isolated myself from friends and relatives and just stayed in my room and didn't eat for weeks.
- Dad finally went to a psycho hospital and got medicine, but it wasn't enough, he didn't want to live like this anymore and one night he broke a mirror, cut himself all over the throat and arms and legs and fell to the ground
- Nurses found him (still alive) but he couldn't be saved.
- The last thing he said alive was ''I love my wife and kids.''

There. After this i have had a big struggle with getting over my anorexia, but i managed to do it.

Condolences GEEZUS ... I never could possibly imagine something like this happened to you , I'm really sorry

It's okay clock, don't worry, people often tell me that you can't tell that i've gone through a thing like that but everything is alright now.

My father is an alcoholic. When I was very little he used to yell and beat my mom. But my mom is a strong woman, she fought back and protected me. She had to hide all the knives under the bed, because if my drunk father saw them, he would've killed us. One night she couldn't take it anymore, so she took me and ran away to my grandparents' house. We're still living here.
When I was 3 I was diagnosed with scoliosis. It was getting worse. Doctors said that the only thing that can help me is surgery. But my mom didn't agree on it. I started doing special exercises. It was hard and painful, but it helped - my scoliosis got better.
Then I started school. It was really hard, because I was getting sick all the time. Teachers said that they don't think I'm gonna be able to finish it, because I missed so many days. But even when I was sick I was learning at home and because of it I managed to finish school. I was also bullied. It wasn't anything too bad so I just ignored it.
My body is really weak - I get sick easily, I have heart problems, I can't do sports, I can't stress too much, everytime the weather changes I feel like my joints are on fire, I can't stay in one position for too long because my back starts to hurt really badly, and some other things.
Then I started having complexes. I hated my body, I hated everything about me. I felt like no one loved me, like they all wanted me to die, because I was just causing problems, like I was worthless. And because of it I started cutting. I knew self harm is bad, but it was helping.
And then I started watching YouTube videos. I found Pewds and few others. And thanks to them I stopped cutting. I regained hope. I finally accepted my body. I learned not to care about what others think of you - just be yourself, do what you want and don't hurt other people. And even though I don't know any of them in real life I feel like they're my best friends.
I still have health problems, sometimes mental breakdowns or fear attacks, but now as I have my YouTube friends and hobbies that I focus on, I don't give up, I keep going, because "Life is too short to focus on things that you don't like".

So stay strong, bros! Life has also its light side.

PS. I know, late. I just wanted to share my story here, because I never told it anyone. Sometimes you just have to talk about it.

my dad is an alcoholic and he nearly died when I was in 3rd grade. Im in 6th grade now. Ever sence then my brother has been doing drugs, stealing from our family, walking out of school, flipping out on everyone, and it all this happens 1 a month or more. THIS KILLS ME INSIDE mostly when h flips out. Currently my mom wants to quit school so she can watch the house 24 hours a day. Also I think she is going to break VERY SOON!! But I still keep a smile on my face and I don't know why.

This is my story of my life so far...

A legend was born, today, many know him as "NotASheriff."

But in all seriousness, in my younger years I was a completely nervous wreck. Didn't talk to anyone, was that kid that sat silently in the corner, ended up switching to a school I was completely unfamiliar with. The whole time I was in middle school I received shit for being the "new kid", or a "loner" or something. Come eighth grade, I fell in with some scene kids, it helped a little but I didn't feel as if I completely belonged. I learned how to cope my freshman year by hanging out with sophomores, juniors, and seniors, who were all way cooler for some reason. No one in my grade.

I'm a sophomore now, and I mainly just completely block out the rest while only talking with juniors and seniors, we get along pretty well. Some parts sucked, I wouldn't change anything about it though. It molded who I am today, and there's a lot of people out there who had it WAAAAAAY worse.

First of all, before I say this. My name is Zachary, I'm a 12 years old Canadian in the 7th grade. I'm sorry this is starting out like a Rehab class but who gives a sh*t, here we go:When I was 0-2 years old I was in the hospital because I was born 3 weeks early. I never knew my dad because he either doesn't believe I exist or that's his excuse to run away and not pay child support. In my earlier years in school, no one liked me because my attempt to make everyone laugh which I'm still trying to put down today. My mom's poor and she's always depressed which she states every day of her life. When I started a second life online my life started to go downhill in two ways, I had friends who were like me and at first I was having fun but then I went deeper and met this girl and we hanged out for a while and she was pretty close with my best friend online. One day she attempted suicide and my best friend thought it was his fault, and.. a few weeks ago he sent me a long message on how sorry he was and how he thanked me for being his friend online because he has no friend for real life, after that I never heard from him again and that was when I realized it was my fault she tried to kill herself because a few days ago we broke up and she told me how everyday she'd cry because I'd barely say anything to her. I thought/think that two people attempted suicide because of me and I started to feel horrible. After that, I decided to just use the internet for gaming and chatting with friends I knew for REAL life, I'm never going back to that life again, it left a scar on me that'll never be able to heal. Because of my ways to deal with stress and talk myself into feeling better, I'm fine today. I realize how all the time in first world countries people never realize how much their life could get worse in countries that have nothing. We have food, water, and shelter and that's all a human ever needs, we can't just kill ourselves just because one or two things that happened. I say that you should NEVER let your emotions take control of you and be thankful for what you have, people in certain countries would trade what they have for what you have any day.

My story is pretty long and tragic, but ill just write the summary.

Born in a family with my mother's family being really famous in the 60's in my city.
Never saw my mom's dad yet. He passed away due to Hepatitis B.
My dad is a loving father who loved me unconditionally and my mom is a hardworking person and a gamer who loves playing resident evil.
At five, I have a new sister.
At six, my father is diagnosed to have a rare type of cancer.
My mom has to leave us in the house with a caretaker because she has to stay in the hospital for dad.
At eight, dad passed away. Before that day, he smiled at me.
Went to his funeral and got traumatized at a very young age about death.
Started going through the bouts of PTSD.
At grade two, my classmates bullied me.
At grade three, one threw all my books away to make me go away from school.
I realized how everyone hates my existence.
I hated my life ever since.
At grade four, I met new friends, but i was still bullied harshly.
Father side family hates us and finally showed true colors.
They abandoned us.
My mom had to work really hard to support my sister and I.
At grade five, I asked the office for help from bullying.
They stopped bullying, but the war continues.
Recovered from first PTSD.
Grandfather passed away, and he's giving me hallucinations.
Started the second PTSD.
At high school first year, I made friends again, and this changed my life.
I became happier, but not as happy as the others.
The populars are pushing me down to the pit of depression.
My grades weren't that good, and i was sent to an educational summer camp.
Met someone special that turned my life around.
We met at an outing because I got injured, and we fell in love after five days.
He asked me if i could be his, and I said yes.
We became together until we ended after a month.
We were too young that time, so i understood.
I prayed to God if we could ever come back together, but...
My prayer? Well...
At high school second year, I became a different person (360 degree turn)
At third year, I made friends with my gamer bunch, and I felt happier than before.
My old friends went away from me.
I lost all contact with them when i reached fourth year.
I became depressed, but i didn't tell my old friends why.
God somewhat answered my prayer from the last time.
I got in contact with the guy i met in camp.
Became and item then split after a month again.
I left high school without any reliable friends.
Entered college (pharmacy), I made new friends.
They stood by me no matter what, and I became happier.
But my cousin then wrecks my name through Facebook to make herself feel better than everyone else.
Aunt took notice, and formally rejected me forever.
She have blackmail for me when I mess with her.
Made me depressed even more and since i cannot tell anyone this happened, I quit Facebook.
I cannot open my mouth to what I want to say, and my depression nearly made me want to take my life.
People notice that, and some said that I should stand up for myself.
And so I did.
Went to a local church and talked about it, and it made me change my views in life.
I changed my mind, and it made me feel better.
God truly answered my prayer this time, and the guy and i became an item again.
But he told me one thing...
He has brain cancer.
Stage four brain cancer.
My life fell apart. We had plans in the future.
Slight depression starts, but supporting him and cheering for him starts.
My schoolwork became better and better, but i didn't get into the honor roll.
At Second year (right now), I had a hard time understanding certain things like some courses in college.
My memory and proper reasoning is deteriorating.
My grandmother passed away, and my father side family never bothered to tell us what happened.
It happened so suddenly, and my third bout of the PTSD came back.
Much worse, my guy didnt reply to my messages anymore...
...only to find out that he is rushed to the hospital to have a surgery.

My life story is very long, but from all of these stories...

I never took drugs, alcohol, smoking or other vices (except gaming).