RedBird777
Dec 8th 2008, 08:57 AM
Testimonies have never been my thing – I hate telling people about my life and what I have done, for it can be embarrassing and just downright awful. I have given my testimony in pieces to people I truly know and love, and it’s so weird because I never tell anything to people.
In writing this testimony, I pray that it will help me lay down who I am and what I have done in my life and for me to act upon my many mistakes. I also write this for the people who read this – may it be taken as a lesson of what not to do and how maturity in Christ works in my own life. I know that maturity happens differently to others, so this will be an example of what maturity can be.
A lot of what I say will be an autobiography of myself mainly because of what I did affected me spiritually. However, it is always because of God’s grace that I am now part of His church.
With the glory of God to be praised, here is the story of my life – from the day I was born until NOW.
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As a baby, I was brought to church. I may not have known that I have been chosen by Christ to be saved, as I was just too young. When I was born, my parents were told that I was very strong physically and that I am very smart. Growing up as a child, I was tried to achieve anything possible from walking to talking.
After moving from California to Virginia to Long Island (New York), and living with my grandparents, I was taught that there is a God. I never knew this God, and I believed that he was real. I understood that God existed and that He somehow created me and everything around me. He was a mysterious force that I would never comprehend.
My family moved to Clifton Park, NY and things for me spiritually changed my life forever.
We went from church to church because not very many churches actually preached from the Bible. It was not until my family found a small church in Clifton Park that we settled there and stayed there. Since I was so much into science and dinosaurs, I was given a booklet about how dinosaurs were part of God’s creation, and how they were biblical. This brought to my attention that the Bible must have been true because science points to it.
Church may have been fine, and I may have learned many things, but I was at heart a VERY angry child. My father was not a very fatherly figure at this time and I emulated his behavior. The horrible part is that I took my anger out on my sister, and hurt her on several occasions. My mother always punished me, and if my father ever found out, he would punish me VERY harshly. I was angry that I had to live with a bunch of (what I thought at the time) jerks that just could not seem to ever get along. I trained myself to hide all of my emotions and never tell anyone how I was feeling because I would only be hurt otherwise.
School was not much better. I was the single outcast and had very few friends, which got me into many fights. My teachers never really liked me because even though it was obvious I had some sort of learning disability, no one EVER took action. I was in a sink-or-swim environment for most of my school career, and it hurt. I learned to compensate by doing things a little differently.
The only really good thing in life was karate. I had (and still have) a wonderful teacher. I love martial arts and everything it had to offer. I wanted to be the biggest, baddest, karate-ka (person who practices karate) ever. I wanted to take over everyone I met.
Even though all of this was happening, I had many questions from my inner anger. Where is God? Why am here is a hell-hole? Why doesn’t anyone ever do the right thing? Little did I know that God was there the whole time, making me stronger and better in every aspect of my life.
In middle school, I finally found more friends, closer friends, and not all of them Christian. I finally found solace in a few friends who created a tight circle. We were the rejects of the rest of the kids, and we were proud of it.
I believed in God, and I would do my routine doing “God stuff”. I thought everything would be ok. I didn’t truly have a relationship with Christ at all. I would do my own things, doing what I thought was right. Thankfully, my morals were very similar to what the Bible taught. I was very kind-spirited to people, and I did not seek conflict. I still had my enemies, and I still had people I would have loved to kill. I needed that anger to keep me going. I thought that without it, I would be weak and powerless.
My grades were dropping, even though they were still good. I put too much on myself, thinking that I should get an A, no matter what. I was striving to be a physicist, and I thought that I would be great for doing so. Because of the amount of pressure put on me by myself and my parents, I was becoming depressed, but I did not know it. I wanted to be the best of the best. I had my own vision of being the smartest person the world has seen. Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein are two of my heroes, and I wanted to surpass them both. I was already studying theoretical physics on my own time, and coming up with my own conceptual theories.
One of my friends was into telekinesis and the unknown powers, which extremely intrigued me. I didn’t know how to describe it, and it was something I had no idea about. I started practicing trying to make psy-balls and moving things with my mind. I couldn’t do it very well, which drove me crazy. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working, and I wanted to find out. My thirst for knowledge could not be quenched.
Karate was still going very well. It was the only thing I truly could relate to, since everybody seemed to notice my potential and my abilities. I had something to be extremely proud in. Because of martial arts, I was able to control my outer physical being. I did my best not to throw temper tantrums (which I still had too much of). I based my philosophies on being a good person and always achieving things through sheer determination. The only problem with me is that my discipline and determination came from trying to impress my parents. I wanted to make them happy in everything that I did. I was worshipping them, and I didn’t even know it.
During 7th grade, I started going to youth group. I started earning much about God’s grace and His love for me. I wanted to do things and be right in God’s eyes, and I would beat myself up whenever I did anything I thought was wrong. I would not let my parents do the only punishing – I would punish myself. I would starve myself, not go to sleep, avoid interaction with people, and many other things. I never forgave myself for anything, even though I would forgive others of everything. I knew I was a horrible person, and I would have to change my inner being.
It was also in middle school that I started lying profusely to my parents about everything. It started with grades, but it went on to almost everything. I never told them ANYTHING. My dad would say something like, “knock off the bull****” and my mom would be too comforting for me. I tried to be tough and I tried to make everything seem like I was a happy kid, but I was also lying to myself every second.
In 9th grade, EVERYTHING went downhill. My grades were horrible, and I hated myself for it. I had a few friends, but nothing spectacular. I finally had a true friend with my pastor’s son (Andrew), who is two years younger than me. I told him about some of my frustrations, but never enough for it to seem as if I was psycho or anything like that. I wanted some peace and solace, but I could never find it. Andrew always helped me when I had a question about God, and I was warmly accepted into my pastor’s large family. I was almost like a son. To see the pastor’s family so much better than my own made me jealous. I wanted to run away from my own home and like with them. I contemplated it so many times that I could not count that high.
I was still lying to my parents and to myself. It also extended to everybody I knew. Whenever anybody asked me how I was or if I was doing ok, I would always say that I was fine and that things were going great. I never thought that people would be kind enough to help me and take me under their wing to guide back to a place of peace and happiness.
I finally transferred to a private school thanks to my mom and dad in 10th grade. I also was finally tested in language skills and my IQ by the public school I went to. The public school found nothing wrong with me, even though there were obvious warning signs that I needed extra help. The public school would not help me at all. However, I was now going to a VERY small private school that had much better teacher-student interaction. I may not have done well at first, but I started doing much better, which made me happy.
During the rest of my high school career, I was baptized and I vowed to try to do things right for God. By then, I had some knowledge about the Bible – enough to make it through arguments with non-believers and make my point to believers as to what I believed and why. I thought I was finally going to be right with God. Little did I know how wrong I was.
It was also in high school I was introduced to underground heavy metal. A lot of it is pure crap trying to push Satanism and secularism into my mind and heart. It somewhat worked, but I had discrepancy. I started listening to Christian heavy metal, which made my heart sing. I finally had music that I really truly liked, and it praised God! I was ecstatic to learn of this, and did my best to learn more and more. I delved into metal and different ways to praise God.
Even tough it seemed like I was doing better, I was living a somewhat dual-life. I was also interested in magic and the occult. I studied them, using the excuse that I was “learning the enemy”. I was eventually succumbed to fully practicing rituals to change my own life and “send away evil spirits”. I thought that magic was going to be a whole new doorway to see powers that God gave us. I was totally duped into believing that magic is fully real and straight from humans.
I was also looking at pornography, and was caught once. I delved myself into it, and I do not know how I started. The awful sin of adultery has finally entered into my life, and I couldn’t control it. I still struggle with it, as it has been a tough battle with so many more I had to fight. It was put on the back-burner of my mind and I let it keep happening. I needed to get out of the habit, but I was hooked. My first addiction finally hit me; and it hit me hard.
I finally went to the college of my dreams: Baylor. I was ecstatic to finally live away from home, and to make my own path. While I was there, I immediately ran into a guy from a church that I would fall in love with. His name is Dave, and he brought me to a church like I have never seen before. It was a lot bigger than mine, and more charismatic. I was not used to it. During this time, I was in a relationship with a girl, Anna. I didn’t know how things would work out between me and her.
During my going to this church, the first thing that happened was that I got a lot of signs that I should break up with Anna. I didn’t know why or how, but it’s like God finally spoke to me for the first time in my life. After much tears and prayer, I finally broke up with Anna, and I felt a burden was lifted. I decided to try this method on other things in my life, and it didn’t work out how I necessarily wanted it to.
During my time at Baylor, I was lying to my parents as to how well I was doing. I was taking 18 credits, which is a LOT, and I was failing almost every class. In the middle of the semester, I finally snapped. Everything that I bottled up inside of me came bursting out in a frenzy. I couldn’t control my emotions, and I was extremely scared. I didn’t know what to do, and I started making stupid decisions. I started smoking, and took up drinking. I made friends at Baylor that helped me sort through my problems, and they became what I call the Martin Brothers (our dorm is named Martin). As the Martin Brothers, we were the group everyone knew about. We were best of friends, and caused mayhem. We weren’t necessarily bad, but we were pretty wild and stupid freshman.
When I went home for the winter break, Hell broke loose. My parents knew about my lying, and my dad’s work on anger management went out the window. However, my dad finally cooled down a couple days before Christmas, and we were able to talk like men for the first time. I was finally having a good relationship with my father.
I went back to Baylor, and only took 12 hour credits. Because of the new freedom and time, I spent too much time chilling with friends and not enough time studying. My grades suffered because of it. Unfortunately, I did not care. I also started experimenting with marijuana, which did not help my laziness.
My church friends did not know about it all. However, one guy who I respect was discipling me. Keith and I would get together once a week and discussed things that were going on in my life, or any questions I may have. We even went over a list of things I would have to confess to the Lord and for forgiveness. He was shocked about the witchcraft and magic that I have done and also the lying. He did not see anything like that coming from me, who seemed like such a good kid. I am thankful that God has forgiven me of those sins that I have done, and I made sure that every category of sin that I have done I asked for forgiveness.
I thought I was going to have less trouble in dealing with sin, but I was wrong. I didn’t have urges to practice magic anymore, which made me happy, but all the others were still there. I kept tripping up on myself, and I started getting angry at myself for it again. And again, I suppressed that emotion. I did not lift my anger or my sins up to God for Him to condemn, and I started reverting back to old ways again.
At the end of the semester, my parents found out I lied…again. This time, I would not be going back to Baylor. I went to a community college, and my sins came out fully. I was a wreck. I made so many mistakes, and my parents were being completely tolerant of my crap. They did not know about my nicotine addiction, drinking, weed-smoking, anger issues, or pornography issues. They did know that I was not the same person that went to Baylor, who seemed so happy and joyous. I was struggling living at home because I hate it so much. I couldn’t stand to live with my parents again.
I finally got some tests scheduled to see if I had any brain disorders. My mom found a place in Boston, MA where they tested on adults. However, this was before the end of the first semester was done. By the time the first semester ended, I lied about grades and teachers, and I lied as to how I got those grades. I was hanging out with friends way too much, and I knew it. I didn’t care about class or my own well-being. I needed to find my own way, and I didn’t want it to be at home. I tolerated every second of it. Finally by the time the second semester started, I was even worse. I was extremely depressed, and started getting suicidal flashes. I was drinking with friends, still got high every once in a while, and was still addicted to nicotine.
I saw a sign for counseling, and I took the chance to get my life back on track. The counselor I had was a good man, and seriously tried to help me. I wanted to become better, so I did my best to help myself by helping him know who I was. Part of my problem was that I was too selfless…which I thought was weird, but I saw in my life that I always wanted to make others happy, even if it cost a lot of my own happiness. I also realized that what I was doing might not be what I really wanted to do. By this time, physics was fully out of my mind. All I wanted to do was something with science.
By the end of the semester, I was still lying about grades. I finally went to be tested for brain disorders. My mom and I went to Boston to find out that I have Autism Spectrum Disorder. The psychologist was awestruck as to the complete negligence of my public school, and recommended that I was given special needs for the next school semester. He also noticed a slight depression, which is something that I was getting over now since I was finally “finding myself”. It was also on this day that I confessed to my mom about all of my lying about school. I also told her about my depression and my past about how awful I felt. It then extended to me telling my dad, who was beyond enraged. I planned on moving out of the house, getting an apartment with friends, and working a full-time job. I also planned on saving money to go to community college. My dreams were shattered, my heart was broken, and I was at the lowest of the low. It took some time for my dad to even look me in the eye again.
While I was looking for a job, nothing seemed to work. I searched high and low for a job and for an apartment that seemed fine. Nothing seemed to work out well. I was living in my parents house working at a food joint at minimum wage ($7.15/hr).
I finally got on better terms with my dad, and we talked about life in general and had a heart-to-heart talk, which we both needed. My dad and I now both understand where we are coming from and what we need to do o make things better. I promised on working on lying and my anger – my main issues. My dad promised to be supportive of my decisions and let me do what I needed to do to get ahead in life.
In writing this testimony, I pray that it will help me lay down who I am and what I have done in my life and for me to act upon my many mistakes. I also write this for the people who read this – may it be taken as a lesson of what not to do and how maturity in Christ works in my own life. I know that maturity happens differently to others, so this will be an example of what maturity can be.
A lot of what I say will be an autobiography of myself mainly because of what I did affected me spiritually. However, it is always because of God’s grace that I am now part of His church.
With the glory of God to be praised, here is the story of my life – from the day I was born until NOW.
---
As a baby, I was brought to church. I may not have known that I have been chosen by Christ to be saved, as I was just too young. When I was born, my parents were told that I was very strong physically and that I am very smart. Growing up as a child, I was tried to achieve anything possible from walking to talking.
After moving from California to Virginia to Long Island (New York), and living with my grandparents, I was taught that there is a God. I never knew this God, and I believed that he was real. I understood that God existed and that He somehow created me and everything around me. He was a mysterious force that I would never comprehend.
My family moved to Clifton Park, NY and things for me spiritually changed my life forever.
We went from church to church because not very many churches actually preached from the Bible. It was not until my family found a small church in Clifton Park that we settled there and stayed there. Since I was so much into science and dinosaurs, I was given a booklet about how dinosaurs were part of God’s creation, and how they were biblical. This brought to my attention that the Bible must have been true because science points to it.
Church may have been fine, and I may have learned many things, but I was at heart a VERY angry child. My father was not a very fatherly figure at this time and I emulated his behavior. The horrible part is that I took my anger out on my sister, and hurt her on several occasions. My mother always punished me, and if my father ever found out, he would punish me VERY harshly. I was angry that I had to live with a bunch of (what I thought at the time) jerks that just could not seem to ever get along. I trained myself to hide all of my emotions and never tell anyone how I was feeling because I would only be hurt otherwise.
School was not much better. I was the single outcast and had very few friends, which got me into many fights. My teachers never really liked me because even though it was obvious I had some sort of learning disability, no one EVER took action. I was in a sink-or-swim environment for most of my school career, and it hurt. I learned to compensate by doing things a little differently.
The only really good thing in life was karate. I had (and still have) a wonderful teacher. I love martial arts and everything it had to offer. I wanted to be the biggest, baddest, karate-ka (person who practices karate) ever. I wanted to take over everyone I met.
Even though all of this was happening, I had many questions from my inner anger. Where is God? Why am here is a hell-hole? Why doesn’t anyone ever do the right thing? Little did I know that God was there the whole time, making me stronger and better in every aspect of my life.
In middle school, I finally found more friends, closer friends, and not all of them Christian. I finally found solace in a few friends who created a tight circle. We were the rejects of the rest of the kids, and we were proud of it.
I believed in God, and I would do my routine doing “God stuff”. I thought everything would be ok. I didn’t truly have a relationship with Christ at all. I would do my own things, doing what I thought was right. Thankfully, my morals were very similar to what the Bible taught. I was very kind-spirited to people, and I did not seek conflict. I still had my enemies, and I still had people I would have loved to kill. I needed that anger to keep me going. I thought that without it, I would be weak and powerless.
My grades were dropping, even though they were still good. I put too much on myself, thinking that I should get an A, no matter what. I was striving to be a physicist, and I thought that I would be great for doing so. Because of the amount of pressure put on me by myself and my parents, I was becoming depressed, but I did not know it. I wanted to be the best of the best. I had my own vision of being the smartest person the world has seen. Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein are two of my heroes, and I wanted to surpass them both. I was already studying theoretical physics on my own time, and coming up with my own conceptual theories.
One of my friends was into telekinesis and the unknown powers, which extremely intrigued me. I didn’t know how to describe it, and it was something I had no idea about. I started practicing trying to make psy-balls and moving things with my mind. I couldn’t do it very well, which drove me crazy. I couldn’t figure out why it wasn’t working, and I wanted to find out. My thirst for knowledge could not be quenched.
Karate was still going very well. It was the only thing I truly could relate to, since everybody seemed to notice my potential and my abilities. I had something to be extremely proud in. Because of martial arts, I was able to control my outer physical being. I did my best not to throw temper tantrums (which I still had too much of). I based my philosophies on being a good person and always achieving things through sheer determination. The only problem with me is that my discipline and determination came from trying to impress my parents. I wanted to make them happy in everything that I did. I was worshipping them, and I didn’t even know it.
During 7th grade, I started going to youth group. I started earning much about God’s grace and His love for me. I wanted to do things and be right in God’s eyes, and I would beat myself up whenever I did anything I thought was wrong. I would not let my parents do the only punishing – I would punish myself. I would starve myself, not go to sleep, avoid interaction with people, and many other things. I never forgave myself for anything, even though I would forgive others of everything. I knew I was a horrible person, and I would have to change my inner being.
It was also in middle school that I started lying profusely to my parents about everything. It started with grades, but it went on to almost everything. I never told them ANYTHING. My dad would say something like, “knock off the bull****” and my mom would be too comforting for me. I tried to be tough and I tried to make everything seem like I was a happy kid, but I was also lying to myself every second.
In 9th grade, EVERYTHING went downhill. My grades were horrible, and I hated myself for it. I had a few friends, but nothing spectacular. I finally had a true friend with my pastor’s son (Andrew), who is two years younger than me. I told him about some of my frustrations, but never enough for it to seem as if I was psycho or anything like that. I wanted some peace and solace, but I could never find it. Andrew always helped me when I had a question about God, and I was warmly accepted into my pastor’s large family. I was almost like a son. To see the pastor’s family so much better than my own made me jealous. I wanted to run away from my own home and like with them. I contemplated it so many times that I could not count that high.
I was still lying to my parents and to myself. It also extended to everybody I knew. Whenever anybody asked me how I was or if I was doing ok, I would always say that I was fine and that things were going great. I never thought that people would be kind enough to help me and take me under their wing to guide back to a place of peace and happiness.
I finally transferred to a private school thanks to my mom and dad in 10th grade. I also was finally tested in language skills and my IQ by the public school I went to. The public school found nothing wrong with me, even though there were obvious warning signs that I needed extra help. The public school would not help me at all. However, I was now going to a VERY small private school that had much better teacher-student interaction. I may not have done well at first, but I started doing much better, which made me happy.
During the rest of my high school career, I was baptized and I vowed to try to do things right for God. By then, I had some knowledge about the Bible – enough to make it through arguments with non-believers and make my point to believers as to what I believed and why. I thought I was finally going to be right with God. Little did I know how wrong I was.
It was also in high school I was introduced to underground heavy metal. A lot of it is pure crap trying to push Satanism and secularism into my mind and heart. It somewhat worked, but I had discrepancy. I started listening to Christian heavy metal, which made my heart sing. I finally had music that I really truly liked, and it praised God! I was ecstatic to learn of this, and did my best to learn more and more. I delved into metal and different ways to praise God.
Even tough it seemed like I was doing better, I was living a somewhat dual-life. I was also interested in magic and the occult. I studied them, using the excuse that I was “learning the enemy”. I was eventually succumbed to fully practicing rituals to change my own life and “send away evil spirits”. I thought that magic was going to be a whole new doorway to see powers that God gave us. I was totally duped into believing that magic is fully real and straight from humans.
I was also looking at pornography, and was caught once. I delved myself into it, and I do not know how I started. The awful sin of adultery has finally entered into my life, and I couldn’t control it. I still struggle with it, as it has been a tough battle with so many more I had to fight. It was put on the back-burner of my mind and I let it keep happening. I needed to get out of the habit, but I was hooked. My first addiction finally hit me; and it hit me hard.
I finally went to the college of my dreams: Baylor. I was ecstatic to finally live away from home, and to make my own path. While I was there, I immediately ran into a guy from a church that I would fall in love with. His name is Dave, and he brought me to a church like I have never seen before. It was a lot bigger than mine, and more charismatic. I was not used to it. During this time, I was in a relationship with a girl, Anna. I didn’t know how things would work out between me and her.
During my going to this church, the first thing that happened was that I got a lot of signs that I should break up with Anna. I didn’t know why or how, but it’s like God finally spoke to me for the first time in my life. After much tears and prayer, I finally broke up with Anna, and I felt a burden was lifted. I decided to try this method on other things in my life, and it didn’t work out how I necessarily wanted it to.
During my time at Baylor, I was lying to my parents as to how well I was doing. I was taking 18 credits, which is a LOT, and I was failing almost every class. In the middle of the semester, I finally snapped. Everything that I bottled up inside of me came bursting out in a frenzy. I couldn’t control my emotions, and I was extremely scared. I didn’t know what to do, and I started making stupid decisions. I started smoking, and took up drinking. I made friends at Baylor that helped me sort through my problems, and they became what I call the Martin Brothers (our dorm is named Martin). As the Martin Brothers, we were the group everyone knew about. We were best of friends, and caused mayhem. We weren’t necessarily bad, but we were pretty wild and stupid freshman.
When I went home for the winter break, Hell broke loose. My parents knew about my lying, and my dad’s work on anger management went out the window. However, my dad finally cooled down a couple days before Christmas, and we were able to talk like men for the first time. I was finally having a good relationship with my father.
I went back to Baylor, and only took 12 hour credits. Because of the new freedom and time, I spent too much time chilling with friends and not enough time studying. My grades suffered because of it. Unfortunately, I did not care. I also started experimenting with marijuana, which did not help my laziness.
My church friends did not know about it all. However, one guy who I respect was discipling me. Keith and I would get together once a week and discussed things that were going on in my life, or any questions I may have. We even went over a list of things I would have to confess to the Lord and for forgiveness. He was shocked about the witchcraft and magic that I have done and also the lying. He did not see anything like that coming from me, who seemed like such a good kid. I am thankful that God has forgiven me of those sins that I have done, and I made sure that every category of sin that I have done I asked for forgiveness.
I thought I was going to have less trouble in dealing with sin, but I was wrong. I didn’t have urges to practice magic anymore, which made me happy, but all the others were still there. I kept tripping up on myself, and I started getting angry at myself for it again. And again, I suppressed that emotion. I did not lift my anger or my sins up to God for Him to condemn, and I started reverting back to old ways again.
At the end of the semester, my parents found out I lied…again. This time, I would not be going back to Baylor. I went to a community college, and my sins came out fully. I was a wreck. I made so many mistakes, and my parents were being completely tolerant of my crap. They did not know about my nicotine addiction, drinking, weed-smoking, anger issues, or pornography issues. They did know that I was not the same person that went to Baylor, who seemed so happy and joyous. I was struggling living at home because I hate it so much. I couldn’t stand to live with my parents again.
I finally got some tests scheduled to see if I had any brain disorders. My mom found a place in Boston, MA where they tested on adults. However, this was before the end of the first semester was done. By the time the first semester ended, I lied about grades and teachers, and I lied as to how I got those grades. I was hanging out with friends way too much, and I knew it. I didn’t care about class or my own well-being. I needed to find my own way, and I didn’t want it to be at home. I tolerated every second of it. Finally by the time the second semester started, I was even worse. I was extremely depressed, and started getting suicidal flashes. I was drinking with friends, still got high every once in a while, and was still addicted to nicotine.
I saw a sign for counseling, and I took the chance to get my life back on track. The counselor I had was a good man, and seriously tried to help me. I wanted to become better, so I did my best to help myself by helping him know who I was. Part of my problem was that I was too selfless…which I thought was weird, but I saw in my life that I always wanted to make others happy, even if it cost a lot of my own happiness. I also realized that what I was doing might not be what I really wanted to do. By this time, physics was fully out of my mind. All I wanted to do was something with science.
By the end of the semester, I was still lying about grades. I finally went to be tested for brain disorders. My mom and I went to Boston to find out that I have Autism Spectrum Disorder. The psychologist was awestruck as to the complete negligence of my public school, and recommended that I was given special needs for the next school semester. He also noticed a slight depression, which is something that I was getting over now since I was finally “finding myself”. It was also on this day that I confessed to my mom about all of my lying about school. I also told her about my depression and my past about how awful I felt. It then extended to me telling my dad, who was beyond enraged. I planned on moving out of the house, getting an apartment with friends, and working a full-time job. I also planned on saving money to go to community college. My dreams were shattered, my heart was broken, and I was at the lowest of the low. It took some time for my dad to even look me in the eye again.
While I was looking for a job, nothing seemed to work. I searched high and low for a job and for an apartment that seemed fine. Nothing seemed to work out well. I was living in my parents house working at a food joint at minimum wage ($7.15/hr).
I finally got on better terms with my dad, and we talked about life in general and had a heart-to-heart talk, which we both needed. My dad and I now both understand where we are coming from and what we need to do o make things better. I promised on working on lying and my anger – my main issues. My dad promised to be supportive of my decisions and let me do what I needed to do to get ahead in life.