Man I can relate to y'all and I'd always seek people like us out just to befriend them and give them hope because I know how it feels to be alone in this struggle.
I've been fukked up since my parents would constantly argue in front of me. The environment was hostile and my mom even held a knife to my dads face once and as a youngin I shouted at my mom not to do it crying. I went from happy kid to depressed, quiet, and crying myself to sleep every night. I never in my life entertained the thought of marrying or starting a family so much that I eventually sabotaged every relationship I had probably because of my messed up household. My mom cheated on my dad in front of us and that's probably why I expect females to cheat and don't think much of it and even cheat on them first "just in case".
I had trouble embracing my individuality because I grew up in a predominately black community and I'd get called "gay" a lot for liking different music and playing instruments and being intelligent in class. I had low self esteem due to my household events and never really stood up for myself And was just withdrawn. I've seen over 10 therapists since 8 years old in my life and none of them helped me. Since elementary school, I'd get caught writing suicide notes and disturbing shyt and it was a silent cry for help, but my pops passed me along to other therapists but never talked to me himself. He was a great provider, but he never established that emotional bond with me and that's what I needed...not some random Jewish therapist. My dad got custody of me and my brother (whose relationship also diminished with me since I've been withdrawn), and my dad would work and I was raised by the internet pretty much after that.
I dropped out of college eventually and got into substance abuse and shooting heroin and any painkillers I can get into my arm. Most definitely the darkest times of my life and I've attempted to kill myself a few times.
I Was living alone like this for years. My dad got sick and was in the hospital. My mom was nearby but couldn't help. She felt a lot of regret for fukkin up my childhood.
I eventually couldn't afford the bills for the house and got kicked out because of my drug habit diminishing my funds and moved in with my mom who also eventually kicked me out and couldn't take it anymore. My only route was homelessness or rehab, so I went to rehab. After rehab, my mom still wouldn't accept me back home so I flew 10 hours away to another state and went to another rehab there and got clean. It was a predominately white community and i didn't know that, but it was covered by insurance and I was broke. I made it work and got a job and left sober living to live with a roommate.
Bought a car and all that good stuff, got a girlfriend who was my only confidant and she genuinely tried to help me with all my problems, but she couldn't solve me and we broke up. Now I'm seeking out black friends and a black community that try to better themselves because the few black people in this area don't even acknowledge each other and I'm sick of dealing with the struggles being the only black person around white people. Once again, I'm looking for a therapist, but a black male because I haven't had a black male figure to bond with in my life. I'm stuck depressed and always oscillating between suicide and progress.
I need consistency in my life. I need to do better, but the cycles in my life are always the same. I have no family around me, no one to completely relate to, and I don't know if i want to die or thrive brehs.