comes in the form of a self-motivational mind dump if you will. Some of you that know me personally, as well as those who have seen some of my posts, know that I struggle with coming to terms with the past. I struggle to find answers as to why things have happened. I struggle to understand and to handle my memories and demons that I’ve locked away for so long... It’s been 6 years since I came back, well pieces of me came back, parts of me never left. 6 fucking years of getting soft, both mentally and physically. 6 fucking years of making mistakes and not learning from them. 6 fucking years of depression, anger, anxiety, sadness, constant thoughts of suicide, asking myself why I was lucky to have my plate carrier catch that round instead of it ripping through my chest, the list goes on and on and on... I’m Fucking Done. I’m done with this shit. I’m done being soft. I’m done letting my memories tear me apart... This past week I got away from everything. I spent my time with someone that I can finally say I truly care about. I made goals and plans to focus my energy on. I made a promise to myself to never let my past and my memories control me ever again. It’s time to be a fighter again. It’s time to be a warrior again. It’s time to kick ass and chew bubble gum. It’s time to make new memories. Good memories can save your life... My rant today isn’t looking for sympathy or for attention from anyone. It’s for anyone that’s like me and struggles with whatever they are dealing with. Just know that there is a better tomorrow. Life will get better. You just have to put your head down and work for it. Find something that makes you truly happy and focus on it. Put all your energy into those thoughts and kill shit! Don’t you ever think about giving up! You’ve made it this far, keep fucking going!