deez- commentary25b

I HAD GREAT FREEDOM at 14 years of age. Had my own apartment. It was Papa's guest house. I thought I was big. 14 years old. My own apartment. But now I'm 42, living with my mom. After my traumatic brain injury, decade rehab, year at home, Granny crumbled to cigarettes-- lung cancer. I broke down 7 days a week & sought revenge by going through a car window. Breaking down daily on my way to school was building my vengeance. I was thinking about revenge daily till I was headed home in the back seat of a Honda Accord. Then I unbuckled & prayed for death. This is what I got a sleeping driver. EMT squad. Ambulance ride to Athens Regional. Rehab in Four Seasons Rehab, Peach Tree Rehab, Athens Regional Medical Center Rehab. If I had accepted the wrongdoing & kept going, my life would've been incomparably easier. That's why I was put on the disability list starting 17 years old. 42 years old, I'm still on the disability list. Now i depend on my mom. This all stems from my