Carl East
I finally found the ONE!
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- Apr 22, 2000
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I think I've reached the lowest point of my life right now. To understand where I'm at I've got to tell you a story a true story.
Almost two years ago my wife decided to leave me and gave me three weeks warning before moving out and not turning back. The reasons are unimportant as it was so long ago but it was the main reason I began to get down. She demanded that I sell the house and split it down the middle, which I did.
Fortunately my family were there for me and both my brother and sister took me in one after the other when the house had gone. My sister had a friend who ran a business in security and she managed to persuade him to give me a job. Soon after that I got myself an apartment and for a while it felt like I was back on track with my life.
I never once kidded myself that I wasn't missing my wife, I just tried to get on with life as best I could. Then one day about six months into my new job I sat down at work and felt totally lost. I was working 56 hours a week and seeing nothing in return because it was all going towards my rent/debts/bills etc. Suddenly and without warning I was in a deep depression, unfortunately I didn't recognise the symtems having never suffered from depression before.
I walked out of my job (and at the time I didn't care what happened to me) and a month later I'd lost my second home in the space of a year. I then began to live in a tent and with the aid of anti-depressants I've managed to get by whilst I'm waiting for the local council (local goverment) to find me a home.
Now for the reason I'm telling you all this. Last night I returned to my tent after getting a hot meal inside me and found that someone had not only stolen my two sleeping bags but also my inflatable bed and burnt down my tent.
I guess I just wanted to write it all down because I can hardly believe this tale myself and yet it's happening to me. You don't need to reply, I just wanted to talk that's all.
Carl
Almost two years ago my wife decided to leave me and gave me three weeks warning before moving out and not turning back. The reasons are unimportant as it was so long ago but it was the main reason I began to get down. She demanded that I sell the house and split it down the middle, which I did.
Fortunately my family were there for me and both my brother and sister took me in one after the other when the house had gone. My sister had a friend who ran a business in security and she managed to persuade him to give me a job. Soon after that I got myself an apartment and for a while it felt like I was back on track with my life.
I never once kidded myself that I wasn't missing my wife, I just tried to get on with life as best I could. Then one day about six months into my new job I sat down at work and felt totally lost. I was working 56 hours a week and seeing nothing in return because it was all going towards my rent/debts/bills etc. Suddenly and without warning I was in a deep depression, unfortunately I didn't recognise the symtems having never suffered from depression before.
I walked out of my job (and at the time I didn't care what happened to me) and a month later I'd lost my second home in the space of a year. I then began to live in a tent and with the aid of anti-depressants I've managed to get by whilst I'm waiting for the local council (local goverment) to find me a home.
Now for the reason I'm telling you all this. Last night I returned to my tent after getting a hot meal inside me and found that someone had not only stolen my two sleeping bags but also my inflatable bed and burnt down my tent.
I guess I just wanted to write it all down because I can hardly believe this tale myself and yet it's happening to me. You don't need to reply, I just wanted to talk that's all.
Carl