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Hi!
I am dealing myself as best as I can. I am just going to tell a story about breaking my right hand. I'll keep it short. But I did learn not to self harm from this. Or at least why it's not a healthy way to deal with anger and stuff. Also why solid wood is so good for stuff. IMO
I got home from work and was in a bad mood. I had my Mema's bedroom set. So everything made of solid oak. I walked in my bedroom and saw the door to the top half of my dresser open. So because I felt like hitting some people all day at work. And didn't because I bottle up my anger. I punched the door of the dresser and thought it would fly apart like other cheap things I'd punched.
The dresser didn't get hurt much just bent the hinges a little, but my fist broke. I did feel a lot better. Then I looked at my hand and back at the dresser and thought "yep the dresser won". I went a few day hoping my wasn't broke. It's very hard to fix cars with a broken hand.
The sad part is I lost that dresser when I got locked up and my house got foreclosed on. The lesson of dealing with my anger in a healthy way is still remembered. But seeing that goddamn dresser helped a lot more than I can put in words. I just hope whoever was lucky enuff to get my dresser will understand it meant a lot to me and I wish I didn't lose it.
Anyway Ty hugs and sweet thoughts and shit >-<
I am dealing myself as best as I can. I am just going to tell a story about breaking my right hand. I'll keep it short. But I did learn not to self harm from this. Or at least why it's not a healthy way to deal with anger and stuff. Also why solid wood is so good for stuff. IMO
I got home from work and was in a bad mood. I had my Mema's bedroom set. So everything made of solid oak. I walked in my bedroom and saw the door to the top half of my dresser open. So because I felt like hitting some people all day at work. And didn't because I bottle up my anger. I punched the door of the dresser and thought it would fly apart like other cheap things I'd punched.
The dresser didn't get hurt much just bent the hinges a little, but my fist broke. I did feel a lot better. Then I looked at my hand and back at the dresser and thought "yep the dresser won". I went a few day hoping my wasn't broke. It's very hard to fix cars with a broken hand.
The sad part is I lost that dresser when I got locked up and my house got foreclosed on. The lesson of dealing with my anger in a healthy way is still remembered. But seeing that goddamn dresser helped a lot more than I can put in words. I just hope whoever was lucky enuff to get my dresser will understand it meant a lot to me and I wish I didn't lose it.
Anyway Ty hugs and sweet thoughts and shit >-<