Hello Community,
My name is Tim, and I grew up in rural Pennsylvania. I am also Homosexual. So you can imagine how this is going to go right?
I was tortured for most of my teen years. Beaten up, Mentally and Verbally abused & Home Vandalized, all because I am gay. In the town I grew up in, if you were Gay, Black, Hispanic, or just basically different than the 1950's standards than your discriminated upon.
I was pushed down stairs, Was beaten up for the "fun" of it, had my clothes taken from my locker in gym class and put in the shower & received numerous death threats over the years. The teachers and principal would turn a blind eye to what was going on.
So beginning when i was 13, I began to experiment with marijuana. That was my reward to myself for not dying in or on my way home from school. It was something I looked forward to. Then when I was almost 17 I could no longer take all of the abuse and started into the hardcore drugs. When I say Hardcore, I mean everything imageable. The only thing I did do was be sober.
I started using Meth almost on a daily basis from when I was 17 to 25. The pain was just too much to deal with and I chose the easy way out, by diving into the shady underworld that is the drug world. I would go for weeks without real sleep, all the while doing any drug I could get my hands on. I knew I was running but I was too scared so face it all over again.
When I was a little over 19, I helped cook my first batch of Meth. The deal was, I was to buy the pills and the matches that were needed and in return I would share in the spoils. That was a beginning to an even darker road on an already moonless night. I did not stop helping with "The Cook" or as we called it "Dinner" until I finally broke down and asked my family for help.
I detoxed on my parents couch for a good 3 weeks. Sweating, nervousness, the rage, the shakes..the whole works. When I was finally done, I moved out of that town and severed ties with all of those people. I met my husband & he has helped me remain sober ever since. Thank You Love! I am now in my 7th year of recovery, with only one setback, so I think I am doing alright. Now I like to help people who are in the same situation, feeling helpless and alone, not knowing where to go. Support is crucial for recovery!
One of the things I did and still do to calm myself is to go to the beach. Find somewhere along the shoreline where you can be alone ( or mostly alone ) and sit at the waters edge, put your feet in the surf, and run your hands through the sand. Next its time for taking cleansing breathing. First one should be a deep breath in and quickly exhale, the second still the same, take a deep breath and this time breathe normally. Finally the third breath, breathe in deep and hold it for three seconds and slowly breathe out. This helps aid in my calming process. Then I gaze out over the water to the horizon, clearing my mind of all the days stresses and worries.
It takes a little practice but once you get a system down that works for you, this method can prove very effective.
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Until The Next Time,
Tim Click to expand...