I'm 44 and I've been divorced for two years. I have a ten-year old son for whom I'd walk through fire. I join your ranks now, and I just needed to post why.
I've been a university professor and high school teacher of English Lit for fifteen years. I also taught seminars on C.S. Lewis, John Milton, and many other Christian authors.
One day while I was teaching high school, a troubled student, with whom I had been working with in many ways to help him succeed, walked into my class and blew his brains out with a .45 Magnum S&W he stole from his grandpa. I sat there with blood and brains all over my shirt and the floor. This happened in front of a class of 40 plus students.
I went into PTSD. My life spiraled downhill. As a wrestling coach for seven years, I ended up drunk and fighting three cops and landed in jail. It took two years for me to come out of the coma of PTSD, which is the most horrible, coma-like condition I've ever experienced.
Now, I'm an editor and professor for a local university. I live alone with my dog and see my boy twice a week. I am so mad at God that I refuse to face Him or even speak to Him, because He allowed all this to happen. But I see that day by day, my interest in Him and my need for Him grows. Right now, as Pink Floyd sang so beautifully, "Coming Back To Life."
Now that I'm financially stable and have a great job, and live alone with my blue heeler, I find my ex might move out of state in two years. I can't live without my son. I have no idea what I'll do.
Anyhoo, I'm here. That's a step. Thanks for listening
I've been a university professor and high school teacher of English Lit for fifteen years. I also taught seminars on C.S. Lewis, John Milton, and many other Christian authors.
One day while I was teaching high school, a troubled student, with whom I had been working with in many ways to help him succeed, walked into my class and blew his brains out with a .45 Magnum S&W he stole from his grandpa. I sat there with blood and brains all over my shirt and the floor. This happened in front of a class of 40 plus students.
I went into PTSD. My life spiraled downhill. As a wrestling coach for seven years, I ended up drunk and fighting three cops and landed in jail. It took two years for me to come out of the coma of PTSD, which is the most horrible, coma-like condition I've ever experienced.
Now, I'm an editor and professor for a local university. I live alone with my dog and see my boy twice a week. I am so mad at God that I refuse to face Him or even speak to Him, because He allowed all this to happen. But I see that day by day, my interest in Him and my need for Him grows. Right now, as Pink Floyd sang so beautifully, "Coming Back To Life."
Now that I'm financially stable and have a great job, and live alone with my blue heeler, I find my ex might move out of state in two years. I can't live without my son. I have no idea what I'll do.
Anyhoo, I'm here. That's a step. Thanks for listening