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I’m coming up on the 10 year mark of going no contact and being on my own. I went Nc because my parents were emotionally controlling and abusive, my sister was a daddy’s girl and an honest bitch, the rest of my family wasn’t much better but I cut everyone off because I didn’t want anyone trying to get me to reconcile. In that 10 years I went through so many ups and downs, from losing jobs and being forced to relocate cities, to moving halfway across the country so I could start new, to being diagnosed with epilepsy at 33, and the cherry on top was finding out the person who I thought was my best friend turned out to be a narcissistic asshole that stopped being a friend when I needed real help, after I had my first seizure he kept trying to get me to call my parents, first by guilt tripping me then by getting mad and being a self righteous asshole. But I did it all on my own. I got my epilepsy under control, I found a decent job, I never even considered calling my parents, and the asshole friend is long gone.

My mind still races at 1000 miles an hour trying to forget the reasons I did go Nc, and I still hear their voices in my head, but therapy has really helped and I keep telling myself I did this all without their help, they didn’t do any of it. I am proud of myself for getting to the point that I’m truly starting to feel happy, I truly feel like I’m the only one controlling my life, there’s no one to tell me I can’t or I’m wrong.

It takes time, but everyone here is strong enough to make it on your own without anyone that ever hurt you.

Thank you for reading my rant.

I’m coming up on the 10 year mark of going no contact and being on my own. I went Nc because my parents were emotionally controlling and abusive, my sister was a daddy’s girl and an honest bitch, the rest of my family wasn’t much better but I cut everyone off because I didn’t want anyone trying to get me to reconcile. In that 10 years I went through so many ups and downs, from losing jobs and being forced to relocate cities, to moving halfway across the country so I could start new, to being diagnosed with epilepsy at 33, and the cherry on top was finding out the person who I thought was my best friend turned out to be a narcissistic asshole that stopped being a friend when I needed real help, after I had my first seizure he kept trying to get me to call my parents, first by guilt tripping me then by getting mad and being a self righteous asshole. But I did it all on my own. I got my epilepsy under control, I found a decent job, I never even considered calling my parents, and the asshole friend is long gone.

My mind still races at 1000 miles an hour trying to forget the reasons I did go Nc, and I still hear their voices in my head, but therapy has really helped and I keep telling myself I did this all without their help, they didn’t do any of it. I am proud of myself for getting to the point that I’m truly starting to feel happy, I truly feel like I’m the only one controlling my life, there’s no one to tell me I can’t or I’m wrong.

It takes time, but everyone here is strong enough to make it on your own without anyone that ever hurt you.

Thank you for reading my rant.

Hint: Claims to be based on a true story that can’t be verified.

Hint: Late 90s, all star cast for the time.

The tale is about two people but only one of them tells the story, except for the end.

I’m always experimenting with tunings on bass and guitar and am currently writing the bass part for a song I’ve been working on. The guitar is tuned to dgdggd and I try to really take advantage of the double g strings. For the fun of it I decided to tune my long scale bass to all g’s. It took a minute to get used to, but it’s a whole different way of adding bass lines and really using the rhythm to play them, being able to bar the fret and get 3 different voicing’s of the same note is really cool. Just wondering if anyone else had experimented with any similar tunings.

It’s taken me a long time to reach a point in my life where I feel that I’m the one in control. I’ve gotten rid of the things that made me feel otherwise and I feel like I’m at a new starting point in my life. But I still hear them in my head.

My mind will race at a thousand miles an hour with memories that I don’t want to remember and they will just pop up for little or no reason. I realized with help from my therapist that I wasn’t just remembering what happened, I could still hear them in my head like they were standing right in front of me. I can still hear my dad’s voice getting mad at me and threatening me. I can still hear my mom yelling and screaming because I disagreed with her. I can sometimes hear myself begging them to listen to me or screaming to leave me alone.

I’ve been working on to let thoughts go, and how to tell the voices in my head to head to fuck off. I was wondering if anyone else still hears them, in memories that are strong enough to make you almost feel like they were right there.

It’s taken me a long time to reach a point in my life where I feel that I’m the one in control. I’ve gotten rid of the things that made me feel otherwise and I feel like I’m at a new starting point in my life. But I still hear them in my head.

My mind will race at a thousand miles an hour with memories that I don’t want to remember and they will just pop up for little or no reason. I realized with help from my therapist that I wasn’t just remembering what happened, I could still hear them in my head like they were standing right in front of me. I can still hear my dad’s voice getting mad at me and threatening me. I can still hear my mom yelling and screaming because I disagreed with her. I can sometimes hear myself begging them to listen to me or screaming to leave me alone.

I’ve been working on to let thoughts go, and how to tell the voices in my head to head to fuck off. I was wondering if anyone else still hears them, in memories that are strong enough to make you almost feel like they were right there.

I’ve not seen my family in nearly 10 years, they were extremely emotionally abusive and controlling. I had to literally escape from them and do whatever I could to keep them from always finding out where I was, they’ve called numbers they weren’t suppose to know I had, they showed up at addresses they didn’t know I lived at and I had to call the cops to get them to leave. They last time I heard anything from them was right after Covid lockdown when they filed a missing persons report on me and I had to spend 3 hours on the phone with the police telling them I was ok and I wanted nothing to do with my family.

About 3 years ago, I moved as far away as I could afford, and it took all 3 years but I’ve finally started to get my life back together. I started talking to a therapist, I am starting to get my anxiety and depression under control, I have a good job, I got rid of bad influences in my life, things are actually starting to look good again. A couple months back I get an email from one of my uncles (I don’t speak to anyone in my family.) It was on an older email, I wasn’t too worried but I still hadn’t heard from him in years. Then yesterday, I went out to check the mail and there was a letter that had my parents return address on it. I spent most of the day half way freaking out feeling sick. They aren’t suppose to know I’m even here. I ended up sending it back saying that name doesn’t live at this address after I talked to my therapist.

I don’t want to see them again, I don’t want to listen to them, I don’t want them trying to control me again. I’m finally back in a place mentally that I enjoy playing music again, that I feel like I don’t always need to be doing something else. I am happier without them and I’m just afraid of losing all things I worked for, the things they had nothing to do with, that they can’t control. I decide for myself, they don’t control me.

I’ve not seen my family in nearly 10 years, they were extremely emotionally abusive and controlling. I had to literally escape from them and do whatever I could to keep them from always finding out where I was, they’ve called numbers they weren’t suppose to know I had, they showed up at addresses they didn’t know I lived at and I had to call the cops to get them to leave. The last time I heard anything from them was right after Covid lockdown when they filed a missing persons report on me and I had to spend 3 hours on the phone with police telling them I was ok and I wanted nothing to do with my family.

About 3 years ago, I moved as far away as I could afford, and it took all 3 years but I’ve finally started to get my life back together. I started talking to a therapist, I am starting to get my anxiety and depression under control, I have a good job, I got rid of bad influences in my life, things are actually starting to look good again. A couple months back I get an email from one of my uncles (I don’t speak to anyone in my family.) It was on an older email, I wasn’t too worried but I still hadn’t heard from him in years. Then yesterday, I went out to check the mail and there was a letter that had my parents return address on it. I spent most of the day half way freaking out and feeling sick. They aren’t suppose to know I’m even here. I ended up sending it back saying that name doesn’t live at this address after I talked to my therapist.

I don’t want to see them again, I don’t want to listen to them, I don’t want them trying to control me again. I’m finally back in a place mentally that I enjoy playing music again, that I feel like I don’t always need to be doing something else. I am happier without them and I’m just afraid of losing all things I worked for, the things they had nothing to do with, that they can’t control. I decide for myself, they don’t control me.