We’ve all done some shit in our days that either we knew was wrong or we knew we just shouldn’t do cuz it just wasn’t a good look. And if you haven’t then just keep living and eventually you will.

Most times we do it towards someone or multiple someone’s, lmao, but nonetheless we do something to undercut someone and try to act like we don’t care when the shit hits the fan. In reality, most times we don’t, however there are a select number of people that we know if we ever did that to, we would have big regrets if it wasn’t truly warranted.

I make no bones that I’ve done this a few times along the way, Ha!! And have had to eat my words or actions a few times because I would up needing that same person in short order after showing my ass. Thankfully I had people who didn’t he grudges and were there with open arms and a smart mouth when I needed them.

As far as I go, I’m not that nice, especially if I’ve been there for you through time in ways that few or none others were. If you pull the shit wit me after I’ve been that person to you, you will get my ass to kiss permanently. No, I didn’t say I was a perfect man or Christian. I certainly never pretended to be that nice of a person. I will tell anyone this same warning, if you’re lucky enough to make it in my life for any prolonged period of time, please don’t be wit the shits cuz that will be the end.

Why am I saying all of this? Cuz yesterday one of these types of people I described, decided to try and pop the fuck up in my text messages. See ion change my number cuz I don’t like the giving my number out process, lmao, so if u knew me a decade ago I got the same damn number. All thst was said was Hey, but I was curious as to why the fuck he talking to me..?

Bitch you flaked on me and decided to be my side with my past. You stooped so low as to fuck my past, and tried to be secretive about it. Then, when I try to speak to u about it, you ignore me and tell my past. Then you had the nerve to flex and lie about the shit I did to help yo bitch made ass out so you didn’t taken advantage of. Then you dare to send me that weak shit.

The block function is a motha fucka and I use it with great joy and little hesitation. As I said, when you be on the shits, it will catch up to u. When you fuck over a good person solely so u can get what you, you rue that. You will reap it and still need that person cuz a good bitch wit you is still a good bitch without you.

The lesson, keep the shits to a minimum and never completely burn the bridge. Always leave enough to be able to repair. Cuz once the bridge is gone, you can never build it back.

Everybody has different ways of coping with pain, stresses, hurts and disappointments of life. Depending on the severity, frequency and who causes these traumas to happen, your ability to cope may be very drastic or very easy.

When I was younger and would endure emotional or mental or physical pain, my recovery from those things was usually pretty swift and seamless. I was able to effectively erase those moments from memory and live like nothing happened.

That’s what I was leading myself to believe. However, the reality is, in truth, what was happening was I was slowly being torn nd broken with each incident. I was making multiple personalities and voices inside me in order to try and protect myself from the people and situations that led to my heartache.

The irony is every time I would do the work to recover and strengthen myself better than before, some shit would happen to blow up the progress made. And you know, it wasn’t because I kept doing the same things, I wasn’t dating the same type person. All the boxes you check, I checked every fucking one. But there I was going through anothter rebuild.

Well this time the shit was as intrusive, invasive and devastating as anything I’ve ever been through. It ripped every thing I worked for, built, sacrificed and put my effort to pieces. And with that came all the different voices and personalities rushing to try and shield me from any more pain, hurt and despair.

I have worked so hard the past 7 and a half months to rebuild myself, from head to toe. Not knowing sometimes how I’m going to eat. Sometimes worries if I’ll be able to take care of myself. Trying to understand who I am today and who I can lean on for support. And you know what, all that work and the job isn’t nearly close to complete.

The voices are strong some days. Some days they take over my brain and my thoughts are erratic and scattered. Emotions and feelings are vast and unfiltered. Raw and intense. Other times, they’re muted and aloof. Withdrawn and reclusive. Then occasionally, I realize that I have made significant progress and I feel a little good about myself.

Just read the last couple paragraphs again and it’s enough to make you feel like you’ve been in a hurricane. It’s just surreal sometimes. From a complete destruction of my personal and professional life, to the details of how I lost my son, to the betrayl of who I thought was a brother and one who was like a protege. All of it sitting on my chest and really no one to truly turn to.

It has bore a man who is sometimes truly lost. No trust in no one. No belief in anybody, no matter the title they currently hold. Sometimes I just detach myself from the world. I don’t wanna be bothered or disturbed. Sometimes to conquer this, I unlock the inner beast and fuck my way out my feelings. I know people have it worse. But trust me I can’t just explain it all and nor do I wanna try. All I know are the voices are getting louder. They are growing bigger and they are starting to take over.

The result of all of this. I have no fuckin clue. I just kno it can only lead to the unknown and that may be the scariest thing of all. I don’t really kno where it bottoms out and turns back up.

Talk to me America