Brandon, Who Lives At Home

An old blog post from the passed surface because of some keywords I was looking for to see if I made reference to an event from 2013, I did but not to the extent that I wanted . Anyways, I came across this post from April 8 2015, 2 years ago. You have to take a look at it, its very telling and sort of enlightening but also kind of demonstrates just how much my mind yo-yo'd mental health wise in 2015. In the post I basically mention that I don't think changes will happen in my life until around the 3s, at the time I was likely in the low 500s or high 400s. It reminds me of how I pretty much thought things would miraculously change with each first-digit change, but it didn't quite happen that way. My mind was mentally stuck and stayed that way... until well, really certain parts of it are still stuck but they aren't as stuck as they were then. My thinking has changed a bit, obviously my body changed, but back then I couldn't see it, or didn't care because of the

Quite often I come across a sight or sound, or even a smell that reminds me of the past. Sometimes I remember them fondly, other times not so much. Today I was in the car as we pasted a neighborhood that sits adjacent to a highway, I lived in that same neighborhood once as a child but not nearly that close to the highways overpass. When I looked at the street from above I suddenly remembered being a kid and riding down that road on bikes with a friend to dark tunnels that we weren't supposed to go in. I often adventured far off and to places I likely wasn't allowed, but my friend was less inclined. I remember convincing her to go with me in the tunnel one day, because I didn't want to go down it by myself. It was full of broken glass bottles and various debris. It was pretty scary to a then 8 or 9 year old. We rode our bikes down that glass covered tunnel, which was positioned to the far right of two other tunnels but the one in the middle cars sometimes passed through (t