I was 15. I moved out of my mums house in a rage because she was driving me mad with fights and arguing, keeping food from me and looking through my stuff. I was drinking heavily and smoking pot and cigarettes.
I moved because I thought I’d be happier. I thought I’d get myself straight. I thought dad needed me.
5 years later and how’s that panned out?
I stopped smoking because I needed to take care of dad. Also needed the money for him. And to see my boyfriend. I just drank on weekends. A bit much still but with safer people. I was right, dad did need me. I was happier but still needed help. Got CBT.
But for a while I still couldn’t get myself sorted. When I was 16 I started going out with joe. Got fibromyalgia. Stopped drinking too much. Got back to church and found i could go regularly from dad’s. Faith life took off properly as it should. Got a lot of healing and found a safe place in god. Left school, worked in gap year, started teaching with Generate. That I’m still doing but with admin work too. Moved out of dad’s last year and he seems to be doing okay. I am happier still. Have new friends that are good for me. Have better familial relationships. Better relationship with god.
I’m doing okay, really. Five years on.