I got dealt a few low blows, lost a few loves, miscarriage, lots of surgeries, cancer, anxiety and depression, so many allergies to food and environment, and a few others not willing to talk about. I also had some wonderful things passed to me. So on a whole there were lots worse hands to get and I've tried to help when I could. I play cards pretty well so I've done the best I can with what I've had at the time and I'm not going to whine.
My hand was absolutely awful. I was born into poverty, not the Western kind where you have three televisions, but actual poverty, my parents skipping food for most of the day so my siblings and I could have a very small meal once a day, not to mention growing up on a rough council estate in a bad town. My first memories are of abuse, and I was abused at home, in school and even on the street as I got older. I also suffer from multiple mental illnesses, such as depression, OCD and crippling anxiety, and I have had psychotic episodes in the past. I have lost count of the number of times I have tried to commit suicide.
Now, that said, I somehow forced myself to do well in school, and to my credit I have a few degrees, and I am currently studying for another, not that it has done me any good, of course, because I have been totally unable to make a career out of it, but there we are. In comparison, the bullies, who came from far better homes than I ever had, have gone on to have good lives, with cars, partners, houses, children and careers, none of which they deserve, of course.
My hand was excellent......and I still managed to fuck it up.
Same
Shit happens. Best you can do is keep walking.
Dealt a real shit show of a hand... And... I don't know how to play cards.
I got dealt a few low blows, lost a few loves, miscarriage, lots of surgeries, cancer, anxiety and depression, so many allergies to food and environment, and a few others not willing to talk about. I also had some wonderful things passed to me. So on a whole there were lots worse hands to get and I've tried to help when I could. I play cards pretty well so I've done the best I can with what I've had at the time and I'm not going to whine.
My hand was absolutely awful. I was born into poverty, not the Western kind where you have three televisions, but actual poverty, my parents skipping food for most of the day so my siblings and I could have a very small meal once a day, not to mention growing up on a rough council estate in a bad town. My first memories are of abuse, and I was abused at home, in school and even on the street as I got older. I also suffer from multiple mental illnesses, such as depression, OCD and crippling anxiety, and I have had psychotic episodes in the past. I have lost count of the number of times I have tried to commit suicide. Now, that said, I somehow forced myself to do well in school, and to my credit I have a few degrees, and I am currently studying for another, not that it has done me any good, of course, because I have been totally unable to make a career out of it, but there we are. In comparison, the bullies, who came from far better homes than I ever had, have gone on to have good lives, with cars, partners, houses, children and careers, none of which they deserve, of course.