My Grandpa My Grandpa This is my grandpa. Thomas M Brennan. He was one of the most amazing men I’ve ever know. He was many things. Including a former marine, a father,step father,grandpa,brother,uncle, but most of all he was shoulder to lean on. A emotional rock to go to. Sadly he passed away at only the age of 70 after a 2 year battle with Pancreatic Cancer. As i watched his health deteriorate over time, and his condition worsen. I braced for the worst, as best as i could. I visited him only hours before his passing, To kiss him and tell him every things going to be ok. To not be scared, I didn’t know it would be the last time i ever saw him. But I knew he would always hold a special place in me. A place that nobody, no matter what they said could touch. A place i could always go to and connect with him.  That place is in my heart. I love and miss you more and more everyday Grandpa. May you rest in peace and know you and your kind actions will never, ever, be forgotten

My Grandpa

My Grandpa

This is my grandpa. Thomas M Brennan. He was one of the most amazing men I’ve ever know. He was many things. Including a former marine, a father,step father,grandpa,brother,uncle, but most of all he was shoulder to lean on. A emotional rock to go to. Sadly he passed away at only the age of 70 after a 2 year battle with Pancreatic Cancer. As i watched his health deteriorate over time, and his condition worsen. I braced for the worst, as best as i could. I visited him only hours before his passing, To kiss him and tell him every things going to be ok. To not be scared, I didn’t know it would be the last time i ever saw him. But I knew he would always hold a special place in me. A place that nobody, no matter what they said could touch. A place i could always go to and connect with him.  That place is in my heart. I love and miss you more and more everyday Grandpa. May you rest in peace and know you and your kind actions will never, ever, be forgotten

My story My Story Where do i start, well I came from a broken home. Parents had me at 19 and 21, they were young and we moved around a lot before finally settling down on long island. They fought constantly growing up. and going to bed to the sounds of everything breaking and them screaming at each other was normal.  My father was abusive, not so much physically, but mentally and emotionally. he never held a steady job and was manic depressant. Coming home to no electric, or water,or heat or cable was the normal for me.  Eventually my mother had enough and decided to split up and we had some CPS cases and left me and my father not talking for 3 years because he moved down to florida with his mother and didn’t pay child support and wanted nothing to do with us. After that my grandparents legally divorced(due to my father convincing my grandmother to do it) after being separated for 25 years and left me and my sisters and mom homeless. We eventually picked up all the pieces and moved on. My grandfather got pancreatic cancer and i watched as it progressed and eventually killed him last decemeber. Then my gf of 3 years broke up. She came from an abusive family, i took her in with me, payed for her college,her laptop,books, everything. Eventually we wanted different things and broke up.Then I was layed off my job 2 weeks before christmas. I Developed a depression and anxiety disorder and checked myself into a facility after 2 months of daily panic attacks, hospital and doctors trips, and thoughts of death everyday.  I spent 12 days in a locked down unit. Getting on the correct medication and learning coping skills. I made many friends. A lot who i still see and keep in contact with. I see a therapist once a week now. I run 4-5 times a week. Do a lot of drawing writing and playing music. I have a new job with the home depot and I’m trying to find a volunteer job at a hospital or nursing home. I just want to let you know it can get better. And it does, don’t ever stop fighting, don’t ever give up! Because you’re never alone, Remember that

My story

My Story

Where do i start, well I came from a broken home. Parents had me at 19 and 21, they were young and we moved around a lot before finally settling down on long island. They fought constantly growing up. and going to bed to the sounds of everything breaking and them screaming at each other was normal. 

My father was abusive, not so much physically, but mentally and emotionally. he never held a steady job and was manic depressant. Coming home to no electric, or water,or heat or cable was the normal for me. 

Eventually my mother had enough and decided to split up and we had some CPS cases and left me and my father not talking for 3 years because he moved down to florida with his mother and didn’t pay child support and wanted nothing to do with us.

After that my grandparents legally divorced(due to my father convincing my grandmother to do it) after being separated for 25 years and left me and my sisters and mom homeless. We eventually picked up all the pieces and moved on. My grandfather got pancreatic cancer and i watched as it progressed and eventually killed him last decemeber. Then my gf of 3 years broke up. She came from an abusive family, i took her in with me, payed for her college,her laptop,books, everything. Eventually we wanted different things and broke up.Then I was layed off my job 2 weeks before christmas. I Developed a depression and anxiety disorder and checked myself into a facility after 2 months of daily panic attacks, hospital and doctors trips, and thoughts of death everyday. 

I spent 12 days in a locked down unit. Getting on the correct medication and learning coping skills. I made many friends. A lot who i still see and keep in contact with. I see a therapist once a week now. I run 4-5 times a week. Do a lot of drawing writing and playing music. I have a new job with the home depot and I’m trying to find a volunteer job at a hospital or nursing home. I just want to let you know it can get better. And it does, don’t ever stop fighting, don’t ever give up! Because you’re never alone, Remember that