[ SECRET POST #2424 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2423 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, nuh-uh. You get a chance to tell someone that they did something that means that much to you and you TAKE IT.

I grew up listening obsessively to toad the wet sprocket. I loved their music so much and it, honestly, saved my life. I was abused--mentally, physically, you name it. I was shot at, hit with a car, thrown into walls until parts of me broke, abandoned, without food, power, heat, a home, parents at various times in my childhood. My mom is clinically insane and spent much of her time in institutions. My father tried to kill her and me. A lot. I lost two brothers and a sister before I was 4.

But I always had music. I had those few bands whose lyrics spoke to me, whose melodies helped me get through that, helped me forget for a little bit that I had no hope for ever rising above the shit I was born into.

I fought my way out of that and ran away from home when I was 14. I worked my shit off and went to arts school and got into college and found a great man and had two wonderful kids with him and, despite the permanent injuries I got from my abuse, despite doctors saying I would never walk normally or be able to do physical things like other kids, I even got my sports coach certification and teach (and DO) all the sports I wasn't able to do as a kid like cheer and gymnastics and even running (I teach them part time to kids who can't afford to pay the big bucks places around here charge).

And I still had music. I never got to see toad live when I was a kid or a teenager. No money, no parents, no ride (obviously). One time my mom promised to take me and she was institutionalized--again--the day before.


A month ago they came to my area. My husband bought us tickets and we went--We were in the front row.

After the (amazing) concert, we were hanging out after the show and the band came out to meet people. I got to tell each and every one of them how much they meant to me and just what they did for me and how long a road it was to get to that moment--to see them live.

That night I shed a little more of my awful past. Another layer fell right off and it was the most amazing feeling.

So, if you have that chance to do the same, you damn well have to take it.

[(Anonymous)]

You are amazing.

[(Anonymous)]

Your story is heartbreaking; no one should have to go through what you have. But it's also wonderful and inspirational.

It's so great that you now are where you are. I wish you all the best and continued love from your chosen family.

[(Anonymous)]

♥

[(Anonymous)]

oh my gosh, the tears won't stop. i am so sorry for the nightmare that you went through ("sorry" doesn't even cut it, honestly), and so glad that you're away from that now and that you were able to go to that concert and have that moment. that is so amazing and wonderful.