I sorta shared this before but never in detail like I'm about to do now. I figured now is the perfect time to do it when the vivid images are running wild in my head. Lost? This is what happened to me on Christmas Eve when I was all of sixteen years old.
Sooooo back tracking about 13-14 years to the night of Christmas Eve. My father at the time was on a mission to find my older brothers drug stash. He not only achieved that mission but he also managed to flush about three hundred dollars of cocaine down the toilet. When my brother got home later it didn't take him long to discover that his beloved treasure decided to take some swimming lessons in his absence. As a result he ran to my room, grabbed a golf club, ( I use to play, yeah imagine that ) and corned our father in the bathroom. At that point he proceeded to beat him over and over with the club causing it to snap into two metal spikes. What does one do? Stabby Stabby! Keep in mind I was watching the entire thing going down from the doorway as I was pretty frozen in shock taking it all in. Blood was flying everywhere and it eventually got to the point where he sliced his ear off which I distinctly remember falling down to the tile floor.
That was about the point I regained myself and called the cops to come out. My brother took this as a good time to get the hell out but not before grabbing anything of value. You name it was pretty much taken ...father's wallet, car keys, all the Xmas presents because hey lets face it you can pawn anything for money. When the cops finally did arrive ( I grew up in a rednecks stick area ) I spent my Xmas eve playing twenty one questions with them and a few rounds of basketball even. They took my dad to the hospital to be stitched up while I stayed at home cleaning up all the blood on Xmas morning. I was suppose to go snowboarding with my cousins for my first time the following weekend but that was of course canceled. It's no wonder I love snowboarding so much now that I'm a adult and responsible for my own self. Like a self reward perhaps?
So what's the point of all this exactly? I seen a lot of posts this month dealing with depression and people thinking their world is coming to an end. You know what? Shit happens. It happens to everyone though! Your case is no different from the next. The trick is to accept it and get through it. You can't let things that are not in your control and control you back. I hope to serve as living proof that when times are tough they won't last that way forever but you have to keep your head held up high. Shrug it, flick it off, battle logic, or even laugh at whatever is troubling you during these times. You'll get through it and then one day you'll look back at all those times and realize they only served to turn you into the person you are today. I should be a hateful asshole all things considered but that's not the case at all. Good luck and Merry Xmas.
Oh and for the record since I'm sure some are wondering. Yes, my brother was eventually caught for his actions. They pulled him over for driving too slow because he was drugged out with his girlfriend in tow trying to cross the border. He went to jail for three years on account of attempted murder where he later pleaded insanity and won the case. The rest after that doesn't need to be typed since it's still too hard for me to do so.