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Good evening, anons! I'd like to share my story about how I came to Christ and how He speaks to us in some of the strangest ways.
My family was the textbook definition of dysfunctional. My father, bless his heart, was more concerned with being my friend rather than a father figure. A brilliant man of all trades, but completely spineless. My mother was retired AF with 100% permanent and total disability because of a malign reaction to a vaccine and developed MS as a result. For those unaware, it basically eats at your brain's ability to control how one reacts to anything. The violence was almost daily primarily because of her narcissism mixed with no filter. It took a long time to be able to forgive her and, despite her flaws, she's accomplished some truly amazing things in life regardless of her circumstances.
School was just as bad. Time and time again, I was either back-stabbed, bullied, or ostracized. Not having friends at school or a loving family turned me into a very bitter person, but I had gaming. Most of my extended family were also followers of Christ but were regarded as the black sheep, if you will. Family gatherings felt forced and the connections were artificial. This turned me away from Jesus, how could they be so hypocritical and judgemental? It felt wrong, practice what you preach!
After high school my world fell apart in more ways than one. Homelessness for the better part of a year with my father and brother, which forced me to live with my mother and resentful step-dad. I was "awake", at least in some capacity. It felt as if, throughout my life, God Himself, had fed me tidbit after tidbit of random information regarding the true nature of the world. One piece of the puzzle after the other, and the more I learned along the way, my faith in people fell apart at a rapid pace.
Like a lot of you, I'm sure; this year has easily been the most difficult year of my life. My ex-girlfriend left me at the end of last year, day before my birthday and finals week was right around the corner. Stuck with an expensive lease on a solo income and nowhere else to go. Despite continued hardship, many blessings were showered upon me. I made it through the year and I thank Christ for that, but there's a LOT of catching up to do financially considering the decisions I needed to make to survive.
One of my co-workers at my current job frequently had questions, to which I was more than happy to answer. A troubled soul, but a man of his word. I never used the chans prior to discovering Kappy this year, but right away, I knew COVID was a front for a much more sinister agenda and I was not shy about it. We both knew that the world was headed toward a very dark path and unfortunately, he took his own life. I was devastated, to the point where I almost did the same on two occasions. If it weren't for my truly amazing cats (pic related), I wouldn't be here today, as cheeky as it sounds.