Loneliness and Everything After

  I used to think that loneliness was simply about being alone. But it’s more than that. It is a state of mind as much as it is a feeling. 

   Extreme cases of loneliness can cause both physical and emotional pain. And the number of people around you has no bearing on how that feeling can take away any reason you have to want to continue to live like that.

    In the moments after I first wakeup each day, it is the silence that reminds me of what my life is now. It is a silence that re-breaks my heart every single day. It isn’t just the fact that there is no kids noise. It is a silence that thins the air and makes it hard to breathe. 

    There are no good days and bad days. There are the ones that you somehow got through and others that you can’t see how you will. I knew very quickly that this was going to be very, very bad for me. I was already living so much life on my own. 

To be ‘officially set adrift from my own family would make life as I knew it near unbearable. And it would change everything I thought I knew about many close friends & family..

   Not having my kids with me every day wasn’t something I think I would survive. In fact, I still don’t know what the final outcome of that will be. 

    Part of absolute loneliness is not just having no one to talk to. It is the feeling that even if you did they wouldn’t understand you anyway. It’s as if you are speaking a completely different language.

     I knew I couldn’t tell my wife how I didn’t know if I would survive this. I missed her but at the same time I had a lot of anger inside for her and would never understand how she could do this to the kids. How she could do it to me. 

   But I understand now. I understand that I was impossible to live with. I understand how tiring my bipolar highs and lows must be on anyone trying to live a normal, peaceful life. 

   And I understand that it could never be ok for anyone to have to watch someone go through it even if you love them. Because it defeats love. It’s defeats even the wisest of the wise. 

Still, I just don’t want to talk about it. Don’t ask me anymore questions. I’m going to lay down now and rest. How could anyone understand when i dont understand myself? 

Fade to Black. 

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The Resurrected Trader

I was the youngest 'local' trader in history on the Sydney Futures Exchange. There wasn't any other place I should be. I went from nearly nothing to having everything I ever wanted materially. The house on the harbour, the Porsche & Harley, an abundance of cash, drugs and everything else I could waste money on. My risk taking was out of control and if anyone knew the truth, they would think of me as insane. Certifiable. Then one day it was gone and life as I had come to know it was over. I'd lost everything I had and more. These are my thoughts in the aftermath. In my battle to stay afloat and ultimately, my fight for survival.

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