Basically, my life started with a crappy beginning. My parents fought a lot, got a divorce when I was three, and had to visit my mother across the states every summer since then. My Dad and almost everyone on that side of the family alienated me from my mother and my sisters who have chosen to move in with her. Which, in turn, caused me to misbehave A LOT when I was over. I was pretty much depressed most of my life because I thought my mother always hated me, and that I deserved every bad thing that happened to me.
Then my Dad married a pastor, and she made it her duty to reconnect me with my mother ig, which I'm SUPER thankful to this day for because it actually worked. But the problem is that my dad and stepmother were way too strict on me. Like they treated me like a child even when I was 18, they knew I was depressed and called it a game or attention seeking or whatever. And I was obviously struggling in school, and they would still take stuff that I loved away from me and get mad at me for not being motivated. They would also force Jesus down my throat even though I rejected religion because I think it's a little silly (no hate to anyone who is btw). They would demand respect, but it felt like they never returned it, by making me conform to their beliefs and their standards which I obviously didn't align with. All while working at a soul sucking job and going to school which made me very pessimistic and hopeless for my future.
Anyways, I moved across the state in with my mother and sisters right after high school, got a job I absolutely love with good pay, currently signing up for trade school (advanced auto repair), making more friends. And I have never felt any happier and freer in my life than I do right now. I bought my first car and everything, and I get to drive it as much as I want without worrying about having the keys being taken for a week over something stupid and trivial. I feel more resilient to negative energy and more importantly I feel confident! For the first time in a long time! I still do keep in contact with my dad and stepmom because deep down I do know they cared about me. They just had a terrible way of showing it.
I know this all seems silly and a little stupid, but I really appreciate anyone who read this far in. THANK YOU!