Where does one start?
My whole life was an avoidance or it was buried by circumstance. Early on it was buried by a sister that was born severely handicapped. By age 11 I was running the whole household on the weekends as my parents were involved with their business. All the laundry for 8 people had to be done,supper had to be made both days, and the whole house had to be cleaned. In high school tried to avoid PE at all costs and even took classes I really did not want to take.
After High School tried to bury them by heading off to college to become a pastor. After 6 months of that just went totally off the wall. Was going to school full timewith a 50 hour a week job.
Blew through over $6,000 of cash with drugs and junk purchases. This is in 1977 dollars. Moved in with a woman after 4 days because we were going to get married. She stole my car and then my boss from work moved in. (I did get my car back) He was gay but he was also a phsyocopath. He threatened to blow my parents house up if I ever tried to leave. Three different times he tried to kill me. After about three years of this he finally released me from it.
Six months later got involved with a married woman. She got divorced and we ended up being married. Two months later that ended. The kicker was is she would let me live with her but we wouldn't be married. I also worked for her and she was the "man" of the house.
You think at this time I might be getting it through my head I can't "beat this". Not a snowballs change in Cuba. I just have to prove my father is wrong about me and I can beat this. Once again I get involved this time with a divorced woman ,with three kids who have very serious social issues due to their mother being a recovering alcoholic. Within three months we get married. How did that work out? It didn't work well at all. After about 5 months she is asking me why can you not act like a man it's like i'm living with another woman. Still tried to bury it. Tried healing services being anointed with oil. Tried working at a factory where they pressed the laminate on tabletops.
Hard psychical labor that I had no business doing. 125 lb no muscle weakling trying to flip over 150 lb table tops.
It took a lot for me to quit trying to beat myself up.
All in all just another wonderful day in paradise.

It's mostly my own doing.