People have different coping mechanisms.
Some people run away, some start doing drugs, some use people for their own benefit.
How do I cope? I withdraw, from everyone. Well, except for the family I live with, cos there's no way you can withdraw from the people who live with you.

Truth be told, it has worked and I love how people have stopped all their pity and sympathy messages, the constant words of console. I don't need all that.
Misery gives it's own benefit to me. And that was the will to express myself on paper. My art has taken a turn to be so much better than I had expected. What more can I ask for?

I'm so glad, and thankful for being made the way I am. And looking back past the life I had lived all these years, I can only say that the future is unwritten, anything can happen and I'm all geared up for it. The fragments of what I have once been are now rebuilding themselves into a better person. As a wise guy once said, nothing ventured, nothing gained.