My life was literally incredible. I was so truly blessed and happy, the kind of person who would just lift the spirit of an entire room, the moment they walked in the door. I had so many friends and knew everybody, and everyone knew me. I was always the person whose presence was just a comfort, and "breath of fresh air" to be around, so to speak.
Then I badly injured myself training to be a US Navy SEAL (what else does a bored, immature, 19 yr old male do, when he has no idea what he wants out of life?) and that was the moment my life changed forever, and steadily declined into the deepest, darkest, abyss. I went through two awful shoulder surgeries, and because I was already so marred and not myself physically anymore from that, I began to develop some very strange social fears and anxieties that have slowly destroyed my life, and led to my ultimate demise. I'm now at the point of total social isolation (for two years now), and suffering in immense pain as the rest of my joints have already began the painful deterioration process as well, at just 22 years old, and I'm 25 now.
I'm still in disbelief at how rapidly my life has completely fallen apart, and basically did a complete 180, for the worse. I'm a Christian and what I find even more strange is that I was at the peak of my life in 2013 before all of this happened to me, right when my grandma died, and I almost feel like it's some sort of sign like she found something much better is signaling me to join her. I don't know how else to explain living my entire life completely happy and carefree, without any issues at all, to things changing in an instant and basically becoming an entirely different person, the moment she passed.
