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At 28 I was completely dysfunctional, making bad decisions left and right. In 1981 I had 11 jobs...and I bought 7 brand new cars. Blowing opportunities like nobody's business. Got my first (and last) supervisor job. Those didn't grow on trees, but of course I quit because I couldn't stand prosperity. Got married at 31, but that was over in 1.5yrs.
Realized I was upside down finally and reached out for help. Mental health care was primitive in the early 80's. This psych told me to go outside with a baseball bat and pound on a telephone pole. Found out 25yrs later that quack went to jail for molesting two special needs clients of his. Yeah.
And that's the way I rolled for almost 30 more years because 'professionals' kept missing my diagnosis. Thank your lucky stars you're getting a handle on your issues now. There's nothing quite like looking back at the corpses of guilt and regret and money spent and opportunities blown during your journey down life's road to make you feel alive! Lol.
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