The Road To Recovery

Part 1

Troubles, disasters and chaos rule the world these days and the story of my life was none the better.

My name is Max, Max Brown and I have lived my life with only the goal of surviving out on the bitter streets. As a young boy, I was abandoned from my loved ones and the pain and grief associated within me was most certainly unbearable. Knowing that I was in a place corrupted and filthy, I had no other choice than to fight so that i can survive. The bitterness of the cold nights only reminded me of the struggles I faced, the heartache I endured and the troublesome trials I had to live with. The thought of someone loving me was only a mere dream because if i was really loved, why am i all alone? Why am I not finding a way out of all of this? The questions that ran through my mind was like running through a maze, you either get out of the maze or you just don't acknowledge the path to the solution. The only company i had was my thoughts and those thoughts accumulated the grief i faced. I thought that drugs, alcohol and fighting was my only way to fill the holes in my heart but it never went away and i just found myself doing silly things with consequences that were terrible. My food shop was a bin and the leftovers just filled me with joy because that's the only thing to eat. I became involved in street fighting because that was the only way I could express my mixed emotions that consumed my soul. I prayed hoping that my prayers get answered. The discomforts of my lifestyle just was unbearable.
The only thing I tried to believe in was hope but it let me down many times. I relied on God because he was the only hope I had. I prayed and I believed that he is listening to me because I'm here now writing about how I suffered with trials that many people will just lose hope and give up but i endured because the thought of losing my battle of survival was killing me already.