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Okay people I've debated long and hard about posting this up here but I think it's time I shared the true meaning of what my martial arts means to me. Quick warning there's some heavy stuff in here.
So I did my fight career and all that retired and trained part time. I got married and had 2 beautiful children. But then about 8 years ago my wife was killed by a hit and run driver who never got caught.
Obviously I was a mess and truly I didn't handle it well at all. I started drinking very very heavily I put on about 10 stone and just didnt look after myself at all. Didn't wash didn't shave didn't eat right, didnt train. Luckily my kids were adults by then and living away from home so I didn't neglect them but they were obviously worried about me. I was never diagnosed with it but now I know I had severe depression and was an alcoholic and I considered taking my life many many times but thankfully I never followed through with it but there were times I had a knife in my hand or a pill bottle and a bottle of vodka that's how close it got.
My kids were very worried about me and tried hard for the 2 years I was in that slump for to get me help but nothing worked. But then one day my daughter asked me to come to the kickboxing gym she trained at. I don't even know why I said yes but I just found myself saying yes and I went and I watched and I was a mess and saw the looks I was getting off other people. I looked like a tramp but anyway I watched everyone trained and that spark of passion I hadnt felt in those 2 years was reignited slightly. I felt the pull of training again so I went over to a bag and did a few combos and I was out of breath in seconds. That disgusted me so much and that was when I truly saw the damage I'd done to myself and knew I had to get myself better.
It wasn't like a movie where I worked out every day and became perfect in a few weeks. It was a hard struggle for 3 years to get off the drink and to work hard to get in shape again. With a number of relapses. Eventually it happened and I stated getting back to who I was. I was training in kickboxing and karate 5 times a week and doing training at home, eventually I truly got my love of martial arts again and now I haven't had a drink In 3 years and last year for the first time I started to see a therapist. I do still have my dark days but no where as bad as they used to be. If it hadnt been for martial arts I know I'd be dead by now.
For everyone this will seem like it came out of no where and It's not just here I hid this part of my life from everyone because I was so ashamed of how I handled my grief and my way of dealing with my shame was to pretend it never happened. But my therapist said I had to accept it did happen and learn from it. I'm posting this here as me accepting it and also telling anyone who may read this to never give up even in your darkest day.
I truly love the martial arts against but truly one of the reasons I do keep training is because I know if I stop I could easily fall back into where I was that's my motivator. Not fighting, not rank, not trophies, not for my ego. I'm training so I can keep my life clean.
I know some people see me as the grumpy bastard and I am sorry if I come off that way I have tried to make myself as light hearted as I can and I know I'm getting better but I know I'm not fully recovered. I probably never will be fully but I am happy in my life right now and martial arts has helped me so much with it. So to anyone going through any struggles. There is always hope even in the most dark days.
Apologies for this bleak post. This was kind of for my own needs and benefit and it's liberating writting these writes but if it also helps or inspires one person then ill be happy with that.
So I did my fight career and all that retired and trained part time. I got married and had 2 beautiful children. But then about 8 years ago my wife was killed by a hit and run driver who never got caught.
Obviously I was a mess and truly I didn't handle it well at all. I started drinking very very heavily I put on about 10 stone and just didnt look after myself at all. Didn't wash didn't shave didn't eat right, didnt train. Luckily my kids were adults by then and living away from home so I didn't neglect them but they were obviously worried about me. I was never diagnosed with it but now I know I had severe depression and was an alcoholic and I considered taking my life many many times but thankfully I never followed through with it but there were times I had a knife in my hand or a pill bottle and a bottle of vodka that's how close it got.
My kids were very worried about me and tried hard for the 2 years I was in that slump for to get me help but nothing worked. But then one day my daughter asked me to come to the kickboxing gym she trained at. I don't even know why I said yes but I just found myself saying yes and I went and I watched and I was a mess and saw the looks I was getting off other people. I looked like a tramp but anyway I watched everyone trained and that spark of passion I hadnt felt in those 2 years was reignited slightly. I felt the pull of training again so I went over to a bag and did a few combos and I was out of breath in seconds. That disgusted me so much and that was when I truly saw the damage I'd done to myself and knew I had to get myself better.
It wasn't like a movie where I worked out every day and became perfect in a few weeks. It was a hard struggle for 3 years to get off the drink and to work hard to get in shape again. With a number of relapses. Eventually it happened and I stated getting back to who I was. I was training in kickboxing and karate 5 times a week and doing training at home, eventually I truly got my love of martial arts again and now I haven't had a drink In 3 years and last year for the first time I started to see a therapist. I do still have my dark days but no where as bad as they used to be. If it hadnt been for martial arts I know I'd be dead by now.
For everyone this will seem like it came out of no where and It's not just here I hid this part of my life from everyone because I was so ashamed of how I handled my grief and my way of dealing with my shame was to pretend it never happened. But my therapist said I had to accept it did happen and learn from it. I'm posting this here as me accepting it and also telling anyone who may read this to never give up even in your darkest day.
I truly love the martial arts against but truly one of the reasons I do keep training is because I know if I stop I could easily fall back into where I was that's my motivator. Not fighting, not rank, not trophies, not for my ego. I'm training so I can keep my life clean.
I know some people see me as the grumpy bastard and I am sorry if I come off that way I have tried to make myself as light hearted as I can and I know I'm getting better but I know I'm not fully recovered. I probably never will be fully but I am happy in my life right now and martial arts has helped me so much with it. So to anyone going through any struggles. There is always hope even in the most dark days.
Apologies for this bleak post. This was kind of for my own needs and benefit and it's liberating writting these writes but if it also helps or inspires one person then ill be happy with that.