No, my life has been pretty stable the last 5 years. The most drastic change is not really a change but the knowledge I can stop searching for an old friend as I learned he died years ago. I've made numerous drastic changes but not in the past 5 years. Same job, same house, same cats.
In the last five years I have: Gotten married Bought a new house Had a son* *To be finished in October, and obviously, it's my wife actually giving birth. I am not a seahorse. The crazy part? The new house and son are both 2013 activities.
KEEP IT UP! Make a deal with a Lakers fan you know. If you start smoking again, you have to wear a Lakers shirt.
I have my moments where I'm somewhat depressed or upset about things, but it's nothing nearly as bad as I was a few years ago. I go through patches where things don't go my way (women..what can you do) but I've learned to let it go/speak it out instead of bottling it in like I used to. I'm not where I want to be, but I'm where I need to be. Enough of this serious shit.
If I start smoking again I'll tattoo Kobe's face on inner thigh. It's been seriously cut back for a year and a half, and not a single puff since the first of this year. No gum, not patches, no nicotine enema. I've quit in the past and learned my lessons about not being able to just smoke when I'm drinking or under a huge amount of pressure. Not one single smoke will ever pass my lips again, that way, there is no chance for a second or a third smoke.
Simply admitting to some loved ones the thoughts that i was having did a lot to turn things around for me. Once you say it out loud, to someone who cares about you, you realize how selfish and cruel those thoughts can be. Ya, women, that's rough for sure.
What I went through (which wasn't just one thing) drastically changed who I was, and once I let the bubble burst, it was the weight of the world off my shoulders.
Ya, it wasn't one thing for me either, I was talking about that I admitted to my father that I was suicidal. The moment I said it, i was better able to work on the many issues that were plaguing me and let the issues I couldn't fix go by the wayside instead of pull me down. Anyway, smiles come pretty easily these days.
Eastoff, I quit smoking in 1989 - not a cigarette since. Stick with it, dude. Funny, after all these years I still smoke in my dreams.
I nearly broke my foot in my sleep, ate Vicodin from a Pez Dispenser for three weeks straight, and discovered withdrawal symptoms suck balls.
I ruptured my Achilles tendon in high school and took Vicodin for nearly six months. The withdrawal was by far the lowest I felt in my entire life. Physical pain, mental anguish, suicidal thoughts... I have tried to distance myself from any medication since.
