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I’m writing this because I don’t really know where else to put it, and I’m trying to understand how people rebuild from a life that feels like it completely unraveled.
My childhood was where it all started.
I grew up with severe abuse from my stepfather. It wasn’t just discipline or conflict—it was constant fear. There was physical violence, intimidation, and degrading treatment that made home feel unsafe every single day. I was small, powerless, and living in a state of hypervigilance where I never knew what would set him off next. There were also moments of humiliation that stuck with me more than anything else, because they stripped away any sense of safety or dignity I might have had.
What hurt just as much, in a different way, was my mother not stopping it. As a kid, you don’t really understand why the person who’s supposed to protect you doesn’t. That part followed me into adulthood and shaped how I attach to people and how easily I expect abandonment or betrayal.
As I got older, I started trying to escape my internal state any way I could.
At one point, I got heavily into Adderall abuse. It started as focus and energy, but it quickly turned into something else—control, numbing, and eventually a downward spiral. It messed with my body and my mind in a way I didn’t fully realize at the time. I ended up developing anorexic patterns without even fully recognizing what was happening. I wasn’t just trying to lose weight—I was trying to disappear, to feel less, to have control over something when everything else felt unstable.
Eventually, my mental health completely broke down.
I dissociated for over two years. Not just zoning out, but feeling detached from reality and from myself like I wasn’t fully “in” my own life. Time felt blurred, emotions felt distant, and I was functioning on autopilot most of the time.
During that period, everything in my external life collapsed too. I ended up homeless. I lost stability, direction, and any sense of grounding I had left.
Later on, I tried to rebuild, but things kept stacking against me. I failed out of college and now have around $52k in student debt. I don’t really have marketable skills that translate into stable income yet, and I currently don’t have health insurance, which makes getting consistent treatment difficult.
After all of that, my most recent relationship ended—Jenna leaving me—and it triggered a lot of the old abandonment trauma again. It wasn’t just a breakup; it felt like everything I had been trying to hold together just collapsed emotionally on top of everything else.
Right now, I’m trying to figure out how people actually rebuild from this kind of baseline—childhood trauma, addiction patterns, dissociation, financial collapse, and no clear structure to restart from.
I’m not looking for pity. I just genuinely want to know what steps people take when their life has basically reset to zero and they still have to survive and move forward.
If anyone has lived through something similar and managed to stabilize, I’d really appreciate hearing what actually helped you start rebuilding.

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about where so much of my shame comes from. I believe a lot of it began with the abuse I experienced as a child. That abuse planted a lie deep in my heart—that I wasn’t valuable, that I wasn’t lovable, and that something was fundamentally wrong with me.
When I say abuse, I don’t just mean that I had a difficult childhood. I mean that I was physically and emotionally abused. He would beat me, put cigarettes out on me, and even humiliate me by peeing on me. No child should ever have to experience that. Those kinds of things teach a child that they are worthless, powerless, and deserving of mistreatment, even though none of that is true.
As I’ve been learning more about shame, I’ve realized that people can experience it in different ways. Sometimes shame comes from believing you’ve done something wrong. Other times it comes from something terrible that happened to you, even though it wasn’t your fault. I think my shame came from the abuse I experienced.
Then, as I got older, failing out of college and Jenna leaving me seemed to reinforce those beliefs. Instead of seeing those as painful events in my life, I started believing they were proof that I was a failure and unworthy of love.
Looking back, I also wonder if Jenna’s parents could sense that I carried a lot of shame, even before I understood it myself. I avoided eye contact, had a shrunken posture, and often tried to make myself small or hide. Those are things people who carry deep shame sometimes do. I sometimes wonder if they assumed my shame came from something I had done wrong, rather than recognizing it might have come from wounds I had suffered. Whether that’s true or not, I know I felt even more ashamed during that time.
But I’m beginning to understand that shame isn’t an accurate reflection of who I am. Shame tells me I’m a failure or that I’m unworthy, but that isn’t the full truth about me. I’m trying to unlearn those beliefs and see myself more clearly, without the weight of those old experiences defining me.
I know it will take time, but I’m working on healing these wounds and replacing shame with a more accurate understanding of myself and my past.

I’m 32 years old. Is that too old to start a firefighting career?

Background: I failed out of college when I was like 26 and have been working dead end jobs. If I’m never going to get rich I want a job with purpose.