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If YOU Could Go Back In Time In Your Life...

Discussion in '11/22/63' started by BrokenolMarine, Dec 20, 2016.

  1. thekidd12

    thekidd12 Baseball is a good thing.Always was,always will be

    Love a letter?

    My children say "No one does that daddy!"

    Hit them up on the gram or instachat or Myspacebook!

    Letter Geesh!

    By the way I really like letters as well.
  2. Christine62

    Christine62 Well-Known Member

    I used to write my kids letters (essays really) when they were younger--their friends would whine--I wish my mom would write me a letter--every person secretly wants their parents to express to them how much they love them and are proud of them they are.
  3. Neesy

    Neesy #1 fan (Annie Wilkes cousin) 1st cousin Mom's side

    Hi and welcome back - nice picture!
  4. E.L.D

    E.L.D Active Member

    Thank you, but I can't really write her a letter I'm with an amazing girl. I just wish we could go back, I miss being able to talk to her without it being awkward. She's one of the few people I can call my best friend.
  5. DocPain

    DocPain Member

    Thank you.
  6. doowopgirl

    doowopgirl very avid fan

    I would like to think you are right I am just being cynical. I would like to tell my 16 year old self a thing or two. But I'm pretty sure I wouldn't listen.
  7. recitador

    recitador Speed Reader

    i would go back to around middle school or high school era and do several things differently.
  8. thekidd12

    thekidd12 Baseball is a good thing.Always was,always will be

    Well today is the three year anniversary of my father passing away. I don't care what the calendar and/or meteorologists say, December 4th is the longest day of the year.

    I have finished the day each year doing the same thing: deer hunting on our farm around 500 yards from where the tombstone is. I go because that is what we did this time of year. Have not seen a deer on any of these days. Any other day the place is crawling with them.

    All three days have been beautiful fall evenings with almost no wind. Just me and the squirrels.

    Spent a long time this afternoon thinking about this thread. Still would go back to 2:45 December 4th 2014 and tell him how much I loved him. Also amended that some in my head to include a 911 call.

    Ain't neither one happening.

    Me and the squirrels think I should be allowed to though.
  9. FlakeNoir

    FlakeNoir Original Kiwi© SKMB® Moderator

    We share a day.... Your Dad, my Poppa. (two years ago today for me)
  10. Spideyman

    Spideyman Uber Member

    Holding you to inner peace. Will light a candle for your dad.
  11. Spideyman

    Spideyman Uber Member

    FlakeNoir . inner peace dear friend. Candle lit for your
    Poppa. (((Flake)))
  12. thekidd12

    thekidd12 Baseball is a good thing.Always was,always will be

    Wish we didn't have that in common. My children called daddy Papa. That's how we spelled it on Christmas presents.

    I know it happens to everyone as I have said. Just thought my experience fit in well with the theme of thread. Also late at night here, on longest day of year, when I posted. Seems like a lot of reflection goes on on December 4th for me.

    Thanks for everyone who reads/comments on my venting. Got to go do some fencing today.

    Have to hurry up, December 5th is a mighty short day.
    GNTLGNT, Spideyman and do1you9love? like this.
  13. do1you9love?

    do1you9love? Happy to be here!

    Anniversaries are hard. (((kidd and Flake)))
  14. Christine62

    Christine62 Well-Known Member

    What a beautiful post. Tell your father, perhaps he can hear you. I like to believe the veil is very thin between this world and the next. I like to think that our loved ones are actively with us, following us around. Seated in an empty chair. Walking along with us. Sitting in the passenger side of the car. Kinda like City of Angels except with relatives. They save us a thousand times a day from saying something stupid or passing into the next lane when a car is there in our blind spot. At least I hope so. I sure want to be very very busy being God's little helper when I go to the next world. Being there to protect my family would be the reward I would want.
  15. Christine62

    Christine62 Well-Known Member

    You know, I thought about this a lot when I read 11-22-63. And I think a lot comes with age and wisdom. When first was diagnosed with bipolar disorder after my first psychosis, I was pissed. I hated God for allowing this to happen to me and I hated everyone for treating me like a fat, balding, mental patient.

    I decided to recreate myself and it happened again. Back in the hospital--same freaking psychosis. This time I started to deconstruct the incident a little--fearfully. Slowly, piece by piece, day by day, I figured out it was tiny little things that added up: too much caffeine, not enough sleep, too much stress.

    By the time I had the third one, (because I ignored the red flags above) I was still getting a handle on it. Believe it or not, I had more control with the third psychosis. It was slower, I was detached like an outside observer looking in. I knew I was in psychosis and needed help.

    Because of this, I have been able to avoid future incidents because I avoid coffee, treat sleep like medicine, take my meds and talk to friends and family if I am feeling too stressed. I am also brave enough to tell my story and help others because I am no longer afraid of the stigma.

    So where in the beginning, I would have sold my soul not to have this happen to me, 20 years later, I am glad it did, because I am a stronger person and able to educate people that mental illness does not happen out of no where--it only happens when you are not paying attention.

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