Never saw this thread before, this will be a lot. I'm intoxicated right now so this might not even be coherent .I've struggled with mental health since a kid, I had some friends but I was mostly a loner. My father was never around, he lives in the islands and I haven't seen him in years. I struggled with suicidal thoughts and ideas often from then till now. I remember I was around 9 and I went to the barbershop and a guy across the street let off like 5 shots in the streets and I was cried and the whole barbershop laughed and told me to man up. I went to Jamaica at 12 and I stayed with my mother's bestfriends's friend house in Rema area. A man pulled a gun out on me and the kids in the area told me to run and I did, My mother put me in therapy at 13 but the therapist a (white man) felt I was normal. I went to 3 high schools and I hated every one of them. I think one of my biggest issues was growing up in the hood and dealing with PTSD. I was robbed twice one by gun point and and one by knife by age 15. Lost my virgintiy to a girl who claimed she was a lesbian who was 25 and I was 16.
I ended up going to Morehouse and I graduated in 5 years but my B.A. is in a trash field and i'm back in the hood. I will say I didn't take full advantage of my time there but I wasn't prepared for College and my mom just sent me there thinking the jobs and opportunities would fly afterwards. It was a good time but I didn't take full advantage, I ended up getting into a fight my senior year with my roommate who kept threanting me saying he had a gun in his room and he would shoot me so I got tired of him one time and backed the knife out on him. After graduation, I've been making 40-45k since 2016 in bull shyt non profit jobs and I take 3 trains to work to come home and see nikkas shooting dice in front my building and doritios and condom wrappers on the floor. People I went to school with in Spelhouse move to NY and live in better places then i do now or that I did growing up. My poor West Indian mother who dosen't understand what Im going through sent me to the "g building" in 2019 and i knew the place wasn't for me, there waas a Russian girl with cut marks on her arm and a 40 year old man who kept talking to himself, I left after an hour. Went to another therapist who insisted ( I was a normal New yorker) she was a black women.
I got jumped and knocked out unconscious by 3 nikkas on Kwanza at a bar in Bed Stuy and I've never been the same since. After my last suicide attempt or thought, my mother broke down and cried , the first time I ever saw her cry in my life and that's literally, the only reason I haven't done it by now.now I absolutely yearn for violenceI carry a brass knuckle knife everywhere now (I can't get a gun in NY) and I'm on the edge constantly. I start cyber security bootcamp Monday, and if does not work out, I'll probably pull the plug or do something drastic. I thank this site for letting me learn about tech and get a second chance at life but if this doesn't work, it;s over for me now.