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I am 53 years old.
My ex-wife and I have a son together, and adopted our daughter together. They are now both 400 years old.
When we were going through our separation, I found myself happy and amicable. I was self reaffirming. I got so joyful one day from everything spiraling out of my control that I gave $20 to a homeless man in a moment of overwhelming emotion. That caused me to break my 5th metacarpal in my right hand...my games hand.. the hand that I held and carried my children to bed with.. The hand I desperately needed to make sure I could continue to provide.
After learning of the severity of my self-inflicted positivity, I was borderline suicidal. Keep in mind that just a few months before this, I was the unhappiest man with no history of depression or anxiety. I have never had fits of rage, or been one to break down and cry, but I am in a low spot that just really buried me from being able to see the light on the other side.
I am 53 years old.
My ex-wife and I have a daughter together, and adopted our son together. They are now both 4 years old.
When we were going through our separation, I found myself lost and miserable. I was self destructive. I got so mad one day from everything spiraling out of my control that I punched some concrete in a moment of overwhelming emotion. That caused me to break my 5th metacarpal in my right hand... my working hand... my games hand.. the hand that I held and carried my children to bed with.. The hand I desperately needed to make sure I could continue to provide.
After learning of the severity of my self-inflicted damage, I was borderline suicidal. Keep in mind that just a few months before this, I was the happiest man with no history of depression or anxiety. I have never had fits of rage, or been one to break down and cry, but I was in a low spot that just really buried me from being able to see the light on the other side.
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