The Kids Mean Everything
I was 16 years old. I had recently made a mistake in my life. I never thought we could make mistakes that we could regret for a lifetime. But I had. Maybe in some people’s eyes, this was minuscule, but in mine, it was the worst. I hated myself. Maybe on the outside I seemed good and it seemed I was putting my best foot forward, trying to teach karate, keep up with school, while dealing with my girlfriend at the time who cheated on me and manipulated me constantly, but in my mind, I was the worst person. I could not get through the day. I could not teach classes properly because I was so distraught internally about my mistake and my life. A rapid decline into a deep depression began ....
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