plans are in the pipe line
he is home for easter to spend some one on one time with mum
as the sycolegist has suggested
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you're a top fella doggy.....and a tough nut mate......if ever ya need to tell some bastard to go jump or piss off....Ring Clunk.....
or me.....
the williams tribe thinking of ya mate...
Seems to be a few members on Hard times.
Sometimes it's easier to type away which is good, always someone here to read, but try to speak to someone, anyone. Hearing yourself saying those words may be better.
Just saying....
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Feel for you Doggy , keep talking mate , vent your spleen you're not alone .
I'd like to say thanks to those who have PM'd me as well as email and txt.
my situuation is surreal well to me and others that have gone through it personally
have been great in support and giving a bit of insight on what to expect. It truley does
mean the world to me there will be hugs all around whnever we meet, Im still a mess
\along with my youngest son and my wife, but we are a close family and hopefully will
see some light at the end of the tunnel one day when that day is nobody knows.
So again a big thanks to those involved I wont name names but you know who you are.
From the bottom of my heart thank you very very much
No updates on the scumbags other than that they wanted protection whilst inside.
still crying myself to sleep every night. At one stage I thought my marraige was
over. Ive known Lily for over 40 yrs you can't just trhow that away. We spoke at
length and things are back on track. Daniel has taken off up to the Gold Coast with
his girl friend. I still have a huge hole in my heart and realise things will never be the same.
Again a huge thanks to the PPL that have pm'd. This is never going to easy but the Patrol will be
up and running in a few weeks, then Ill go get lost along the murray somewhere.I cant see it getting any
easier any time soon, All we can do is lean on each other and get strength fom that.
Down to the Tattoo shop next week and I said Id never get one, David was my special boy, my first born
I reckon all you new fathers know how proud you were putting a spout on you first born, and gave you bragging rites
amongst your mates. well David has now been cremated because of the circumstances. some ashes will be
spread along the Murray , I wish you could have met him he had infectious personallity all who knew him
never forgot him, thats the person David was. he'd give you the shirt off his back if you were cold, rant over for now
My darling boy David now gone forever because of 2 scumbags who thought they were Al Capone the friggen losers.
It' beaking our hearts
Bunjie if you want Pm me I'm no miracle worker but willing to help .
iM not handling this too good still crying every 5 mins I know it natural to miss him but not the way David went
Im just making myself angry and I know that cant be good. I miss my son I want him back its just not fair that
some scumbag can take the love of my life the apple of my eye away from me, ,Its just not fair and makes you feel
like the man ups stairs has failed me some how , I just dont know,, Its not one of those things that happens every day.
Ill cry myself to sleep again and see what tomorrow brings,,,if its more shit Im taking my bat and ball and going home.
Well i never imagined in a million years I'd be posting in this thread from a personal point of view. But here I am...
I'm usually happy and vibrant at this time of year as i love cold and winter. But this time it's been somewhat of a nightmare.
Cut a book-length story short. I had a heart related medical scare, or thought I did, since it was never figured out what it was...
From there on things got full on. I kept thinking of the worst and then in turn i kept thinking of my family, wife, son, etc. Mind wondered into the extreme corner , what if i was gone and what would happen to them, how would they cope from all aspect.
And things spiraled down from there. It felt incredibly shit day in and day out. The whole thinking and waiting for results etc felt like an eternity . During that time I stopped doing things i usually did.... Hardly spoke to many people I usually did. I bottled stuff up.
Mates, pub, family outings. 4x4 stuff being my hobby was the last thing on my mind. The 8 hours being at work, was just a gap, a break away from thinking about crap... In the end i seeked helped and very quickly got diagnosed with a mild depression. I thought i was a mind strong individual, thought i was ducks nuts and nothing would kick me. Farkin' hell was I wrong...
I've had some very dark days. And the pros think I had "mild" case of depression. If thats the case, I really do not ever want to see what extreme cases are like. I feel for people who ever go through those dark long tunnels.
All i can say is. Look for help guys. Talk to people. Open up ,do not bottle shit up. Believe me it helps.
Take care Hodge.
You've done well Eric hope its all good going now
if you drink Red Bull give it away that will bring on
heart problems
So very glad you are here and talking about it, mate.
Thanks fellas. Really means a lot. @Sir Roofy . I've never touched those drinks, as I know how bad they are. Issue was more infection related.
Things have been much more stable as of late hence why i'm here catching up etc...
Good on you Eric. Glad to see you about mate. Yo u just missed a cracka of a weekend in Licola. Don't let the bastard night mate. Your welcome to have a coffee or a beer at my table any time mate. Happy to come across for a chat any time bud.
Yes hodge I know what you mean, a few yrs ago I had a similar bad experience with slight depression if you need a chat let me know.
The only thing that made me feel uneasy with the Pysciatrist was her saying she knew how I feel
What I crock I didnt ask which member of her family was murdered. I have found better answers and comfort
from a few nameless members who have been a great help and will be receiving big hugs next time we meet.
My sister has been great unfortunately she can answer any of the questions as she has lost two children of her own
one at 18 hrs the other at 5 year, I was the only one working at that stage and supported to family for quite a while
yes it was a sad time and sad for a long time I remember still breaking down as late as 1989 and Melissa died in
l980 so that took a long time to get over it, Now I have the correct email address of a member Im be able to vent a little to
the correct person, I wonder who received all the others. things are still crap and seems to be a little bit of light at the end of the
tunnel , but with the the court cases coming up that light will go out and will have to start all over again. Ive yet to go to the
cemetary I'll wait till the Patrol is running. All I can say is life sucks big ones and for all you out there with children say you love
them every day. amd give them a big cuddle every time you see them, you just never know, when I last saw David when I dropped him
off all I said was behave your self see you later and I love you. and that was that, the rest was out of my hands...rant over love the ones around you
You've done well TD and yes life can be cruel sometimes but that's when you find out what mates are really for .
So...
Has now been a little over 6 years since I was able to work.
People ask how do I manage, I answered honestly.
"I don't know, just do."
However, I now think I have reached the point where rationality and sanity have fallen out the window.
Every day is a struggle.
Can't think straight.
Have a very short fuse.
Just feel useless.
Just don't know what to do...
Sorry fellas.
Just needed an outlet.
Camping mate! You need a night or 3 out in the bush.
I'm into my ninth year now and despite having to wear a foot brace and special shoes most of the time and the weird toilet habits the pain was finally something I could live with , I lost my working life , social life and most if not all of my friends .
In January I had a minor operation to remove a cyst from my right wrist which didn't go to plan , the surgeon cut a vein and nerves ,now I'm struggling to do anything with the right hand and it's getting worse , the constant burning sensation caused by the cut nerves is bad enough but trying to use the right hand like I used to only to get stabbing pains and like electric shocks has put me back nine years .
Only thing is I know what I'm in for because I've been there before , just waiting for the black dog to show up and start following me around again .
But there are ways of making the mutt disappear and getting back to a half normal life mate .
Sent you a pm Evo
That's something that I would be up for, but not a thing that interests the missus.
Plus she started a new job from home last year and works weekends (our weekend is, and has been for the last 8 months, Tuesday and Wednesday) and so I look after our little fella as much as I can while she works.
Yes, pain can gnaw away at your being. There are times it takes over, but having time with your youngster is precious, and a great reason to battle on. Remember, he sees life through young eyes and you can help him see the best of it what it offers.
take care gents. Dont let that Black Dog in the back door he can stay out side. Bloody thing makes a mess everywhere... Plenty of guys here that will let you lean on them gents. Any time. If you need to get away just post a thread and tell us where you want to go and someone will likely be keen for a drive.
Best I can say is keep venting on here, try and get involved in some of the forum trips if you can.
All the meet up trips I have been involved in have been very family orientated.
In fact it’s all about families having a good time and anyone is always welcome.
This is why this forum is a winner mate
Get involved or just vent... all good
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An offer!
In my other life I am a Master Practitioner of NLP, Neuro Linguistic Programming. (a life coach)
I am past the point of angling for money.
If any member of this forum would like to talk with me, just send me a pm and we can set up a time to talk 'live'.
No Cost!!!!!!
I have received so much free advice, I am prepared to give some of what I know to you.
Personally suffered very debilitating anxiety in my late 20’s early 30’s and eventually/thankfully found a Cognitive Therapy Doc with 6 free sessions from a government grant were the tools learnt/clicked I needed to get up off the shower floor again. Does occasionally try to sneak back at me sometimes in high pressure situations but the whiteboard training memories from the Doc help me cut off the freight train now before it leaves the station so to speak. May not be for everybody mate but I am sure glad I gave it a go for me and forever thank that one specific Doc that worked out my noggin so well and tailored my lessons in a language little old me could understand.
Take care brothers & sisters we are all in this together!
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the train leaving the station mate.....never been diagnosed with depression but do find myself down sometimes..i these as trigger points.....knowing what can cause everything to go shit is important...whether it is thought's or what somebody said....I know I had some hard times and this forum helped heaps.....some really good people here...even better listeners
Well said @MB and @Avo , it can be mind over matter and learning how to distract yourself but knowing you have a problem (with depression) and recognising it then accepting it and getting help can be a very long bumpy road if you don't have the right road map .
I reckon depression is a journey not a destination.
I don't know if it's all just from pain and inability to do what I want, to go back to work, or all the places and people I've seen that have not been able to help.
Have been pushed from pillar to post...
Neurosurgeon, orthopaedic surgeon, pain management, rehab management, occupational therapy, physiotherapy, job counselling, psychologist, psychiatrist. Probably others in there too.
Then the meds... Anti-depressants, 3 types and dosages of pain meds, nerve blockers, 2 types of sleeping meds, have had 2 epidural injections, and then some.
I was 25 when this all started, just moved into our house 3 years before, things were going good, planning wise and financially.
Now it just seems like... I don't have the word for it.
Every dollar is accounted for, the missus does a budget each month to make sure we can get by and maybe put a few dollars away for saving.
And just when you think you may just get ahead, even by the smallest margin, something always happens.
We make sure the mortgage is paid first, then whatever the little man needs, then bills.
Whatever is left has to cover everything else, fuel, etc.
We once had to go out grocery shopping with just $12.
No outside help, we manage by ourselves.
She's the bread winner, I'm just, I don't know what you would call me...
It kills me to not be able to give the missus and my little fella whatever they want like years ago.
My mind is always going, always thinking, about tomorrow, and the next day.
What if X happens, will we manage to cover Y?
What if?
How?
When?
And if it all.goes to s#!+ tomorrow, then what?
Like you have all said, not easy...
It's not easy, but why do I feel that this is my cross to bear? That I have to do this on my own? Is it because I have always relied on myself? Always done things on my own? Don't trust enough?
Don't know.
These words are pretty spot on.
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's only me, and I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge
And where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's fucked up and every thing's all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive
And I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone
I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone...
We’re never alone Evo mate :-) Please do drop any of us a line anytime , especially Mc4by and his kind offer. For me it was the ‘What If’ language in my head that set the wheels in motion. In regards surgery, definitely worth asking around a local retirement village, our seniors really know their top local docs and can point us in the right direction no doubt mate!
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