A couple a months ago I replied to a topic on the Mixxing Bowl entitled “Fighting Depression”, which was posted by honest_ape. My reply was quite long as it pretty was about my life till up to this current point in time. These past few months I’ve thought about bring it over here for all to see. Many things went through my head such as worrying what everyone would think of me after reading it, would my friends stop talking to me etc. Well the answer was right in front of me all along.
I typed that up and posted it on the Mixxing Bowl and none of the users over their thought any less then me, and none of them stopped talking to me. So I have finally decided to bring that reply post I made over here. Here’s a Glimpse of my life up till now. No one I knew/know has known about majority of the stuff I wrote. Not the three original youth pastors at my former church, not the kids in the two youth groups, and not even my friends. The only people who knew about it up to this point was everyone at the Mixxing Bowl. Some slight changes were made at the end to reflect up till now. Comments are more then welcomed if you feel you would like to make one.
When I was younger everyone in my family got along, we would all spend time together at night, go to church together on Sundays (as much as I hated it though little did I know how much of this would come into my life later), etc. I thought we had a perfect family or something. I thought we were close because when I was younger around the age 3 I stopped growing. The doctors at this one hospital in NY was trying to take blood samples but because my veins were so small they couldn’t find any so they kept sticking me with the needle over and over again non-stop till they hit one. We never went back there and ended up going to the Childrens Hospital of PA. They made us feel at home, etc. They figured out my body for some reason stopped making the growth hormones. So I was put on growth hormone shots that I had to take every day till I was in middle school. Some where down the line things started to go sour. We stopped getting together at night watching Jeopardy while drinking Milkshakes, we stopped going to church all together, my dad would either come home really late at night, after we were in bed or wouldn’t come home at all. My brothers and I grew distant especially from my one older brother.
Years went by and our family pretty much was torn apart. My dad and his brother (my uncle) ran a business together and they got into a big argument over the company. Long story short they ended up going to court against each other and my uncle pretty much went bankrupt. Our family no longer talked to our cousins on his side of the family or anything for the longest time. I was crushed and I missed seeing my at the time baby cousins grow up into their teen years. All of this occurred between 95 and 99. During this time frame as well my mom and I had gotten into screaming matches. It got to the extent where one time I cursed her off and punched her in the arm and where one time where she lost control and started beating me up (she still denies it to this day). I remember specifically hiding under my desk with a water jug and chair trying to hide me. She came into the room yelling and told me to come out. I refused and she screamed some more and left.
In 1999 we found out that my one older brother had been on drugs. He went to a school called Peddy and he got kicked out as they searched his room over Christmas break. He played the game and acted like he was clean while going to our local Highschool. One of his friends knew he was lying and not being truthful (his friend was in recovery too) and busted him. I remember coming home that day from school. I saw cop cars in front of my house and I walked inside the garage and as soon as I opened the door I was told to stay outside. It turned out my older brother was being arrested by my parents and a counselors advice. The cops found two pills of E on him as well and it turned out he was high at that moment too. I was about 12 years old then scary huh? Through middle school my family went through a recovery program with my brother. At the end of 8th grade I almost got into serious trouble with the law. One kid I knew took a paper clip and with a lighter heated it up. He touched it to my arm and of course it hurt. But being the stupid kids at that age we thought it was funny. There were no marks at all. Well my one other friend and I got this idea to do the same thing. However he had a much stronger lighter. One of those really hot ones. Idk what you call them but they were about the size of a regular maybe slightly bigger. We took it, heated up a paper clip, called a friend over and did the same thing to him. He ended up getting severely burned. The cops were called in and I of course was the one who got in trouble the most cause I was the one who touched it to his arm. I was told his parents could sue if they want but luckily they didn’t as we were really good friends at least I think that was the reason. But I ended up getting in school suspension for a day.
It was during this time frame as well my parents had me hospitalized as suggested by our brothers counselor. My parents were being a pain at that time and I was really upset. One day one of the kids I knew said “You should kill you parents”. Now I just shrugged it off and thought nothing of it. I told my parents about it and they got concerned. Well for some reason one weekend my parents thought that I had recent thoughts of killing them I don’t know why either and frankly I can’t even remember what sparked that. So we went to the counselor a day early and she said asked me when my last thoughts of this were. I told her over and over again that I didn’t. She wouldn’t believe me and told me to tell the truth or she’ll call the cops. Being the stupid one and not thinking of the consequence’s I just blurted out this weekend to shut her up and get this done and over with. That night I was hospitalized and spent the week and my 16th birthday I believe it was in a kid/teen hospital. They didn’t call me to say happy birthday and they refused to take my phone calls.
This scare tactic was used on me before that too. I had once gotten hit in the face with a broken paintball shell while getting rid of the remainder of the CO2. The counselor told me she would call the cops and have me arrested if I didn’t tell the truth cause I had said I was hit with a branch. So I told the truth and my parents got rid of the paintball guns. I knew what was going to happen so I lied about it until she told me the cops would be called.
Anyways we then found out all these years that my dad was cheating on my mom and that he was being abusive as well. He played the poor me act and promised to never do it again and to go into marriage counseling. Meanwhile he was still being dishonest and not loyal. We thought everything was fine those three years but we were wrong. We started get back involved in the church and I was hesitant for the longest time. But there were some people there who ran the youth group that made me feel at home, etc. From that point on my life changed and I decided to follow Christ. I mean what did I have to lose? I thought all of my problems would go away and that God would just make things better. However I was wrong. God has a tendency to put you through the toughest times to make you grow spiritually and I don’t know why. By then we started talking to our dad’s side of the family again even though my dad refused to talk to them. My older brother went to college and my parents marriage kept deteriorating. By this time I was a freshman in High School. It was that year that my older brother relapsed. It started with drinking, leading to smoking pot, to trying Heroin once (he hated it), to injecting Cocain (his new drug of choice). He got kicked out of college and by then my parents were living in the same house. My mom had gotten a restraining order put in place as my dad went against doctors orders and left the facility in Florida. He was diagnosed with borderline personality, and multiple other things as well.
My brother refused to live with my brothers, myself and my mom. Instead he went to live with my dad as he knew he was a manipulator , etc. My parents got divorced sometime during my sophomore year if I remember correctly. I still went to church, youth group, etc but I was by no means a so called “Goody Tooshoo” Christian or the misconception most people have about Christians. I was the furthest from it. I struggled with relationships, viewing inappropriate things on the internet (at work at the moment trying to keep it PG as much as I can), etc. It even got to the point with the girl I was dating at the time where we pretty much did everything. You name it we most likely did it. We even almost got to the point where we felt it was time to move on to the next step of our relationship and sleep with each other. I was living a lie for the longest time during that year of my freshman into part of my Sophomore year. Well long story short with that it never happened and she cheated on me and we broke up. I’ve been single since and really haven’t figured out why. Anyways through out high school I still gave the God thing a shot. I did grow closer to Him and everything but still there wasn’t one part of me I wasn’t letting go of which was my habit of being on the computer late at night and well yeah you get the picture.
I had completely let go of myself honestly. I went on a downhill spiral. For a while I didn’t shower every day, wore dirty clothes, etc. I had hit a low depression because of everything I’ve been through but also because of the guilt I felt for what I was doing in my own personal life and because I always felt I needed to be perfect because I was a so called Christian. But I still pressed on through high school. I didn’t kick the habit or anything but I was able to hide it very well from everyone! I went on missions trips, retreats, etc. I even built that youth groups website. I felt like everything was starting to shape up. But alas I was wrong. My youth pastor was leaving the church to start a daughter church. I didn’t get it and he was leaving right after our next missions trip to England. Where I met those most beautiful girl I knew. We hooked up on the trip (thats making out here in Jersey), and we thought we would be together eventually. Alas this has never happened and I don’t think it will. Anyways our youth pastor left and the new youth pastor came on board. He seemed nice and cool so I got to know him. I trusted him with everything, I told him my deepest darkest secret about my late night habits. But a year later he back stabbed me, and took the website away from me. I made the mistake of giving him the passwords and FTP access to the site.
The webhost found out and we gave him some options as I was getting free hosting for helping him run the Hosting Company. They opted to leave the company and pay for hosting as they did not want me back on the project. The whole church started to shun me and I’ve been scared since. I avoided going to church for months, till I decided to go to a new church my mom was going to called Liquid Church. By this time I had started college already. This all took place last year in 06. I thought things were going well but alas again I was wrong. I was still caring that deep and dark secret. I was helping them set up for church every Sunday at 5am as they are taking place in the Morristown Hyatt considering they just launched and can’t afford to get their own building yet. I eventually grew stressed, tired, etc. I stopped helping out and stopped going to church. I had hit the depression again. Over the summer I changed for about a month, I wasn’t my usual self, I started going to a college party once, and then a party in upstate new york and got drunk up there. I quickly saw what was happening and I stopped this behavior before I couldn’t control it. Now here I am present day. Over the months I slowly but surely started going back to Liquid. And I still carry the deep and dark secret. I try my best to follow God and I know I’m not perfect and that He doesn’t expect me to be. I finally understand that and accept that. But it is still the biggest struggle for me. I struggle with the fact that I haven’t been in a relationship in years, but I still hold on tight.
Which now leads me to your post. Many times I find myself restless, with a feeling in my stomach like something bad is going to happen, I wake up tired and keep reseting the alarm to every 10 - 30 min. All the way up to the point where I wake up last minute, take a shower, and head off to work. I’ve been late to work by 20 - 30 minutes for the past 2 - 3 months now because of this. And I’m sure they haven’t fired me yet cause I’m the CEO’s nephew. So yeah that’s it thats my story. I”m trying to make an effort to get involved in a small group over at Liquid Church. It’s tough though because of the way my schedule currently is, I may have to wait till the summer but that’s ok cause classes end in May. Thanks to those growth hormone shots I’m now my full height which is 5′7″. This is all a struggle, it really is and I’m trying my best to hang in there tight. You guys are actually the first ones to find out about my late night habits, my hospital experiences, etc. There’s hope for everyone who suffers as I know there is hope for me.