Sometimes when I tell my story, I’m actually surprised how many things seemed to happen at once, and I occasionally wonder how I survived it. The thing is you don’t know the next thing is coming; otherwise, you might start shittin’ your pants again. When it does come, there’s no time for that, and you just deal with it. And so it goes – you keep going doing your best to survive and riding the blows and thinking to yourself it’ll turn one day – and it did.
In any case, I compiled a list of things, comparing basically where I am now to where I was six years ago before it all started.
Six years ago, give or take, my mum was still alive and healthy. I had a full and loving family about me. I had an investment property, a share portfolio, multiple tens of thousands in the bank, and a job earning me around $7,000 a week. I’d travelled abroad for holidays in each of the previous ten odd years, and some years twice. I had an excellent lifestyle, ambitions, aspirations, and hopes to settle down into a prosperous and happy future. Then it all came tumbling down:
- Mum would be diagnosed with cancer, which would turn out to be terminal.
- I was defrauded of about $100K.
- The lucrative job I had would abruptly end as another, unrelated project crashed. We’d been in discussions for a 12-month extension.
- My shares crashed, leading to margin calls and eventual significant loss.
- Unable to find work and having used my savings, I had to sell my property.
- Unable to continue living independently, I moved into mums.
- Mum died two weeks later without ever coming home from the hospital.
- Her will led to dispute and a legal impasse. Eventually resolved, it left the family fractured, and I’ve not seen or heard of half of them since.
- Unemployed, near bankruptcy, battling the legal process and living in mums home under threat, I became depressed and miserable—dark times.
- Will finally resolved I was able to move out, find a home of my own, and pay off the majority of my substantial debt. Time for hope.
- Still unable to find work, invested in a massage shop hoping for passive income.
- As the business struggled, still unable to find other income, was finally forced out of my home. Officially homeless.
- Moved in with my sister initially sleeping on the couch, but not permitted to join in family meals.
- My father let slip that he blamed me for the divorce from my mum about 30 years before. Relationship – never close – fractured.
- Finally offloaded the massage shop at a significant loss.
- ATO continues chasing debt of around $40K. Ends up in court, unresolved. Battle continues.
- Creditors ringing daily chasing debt.
- Having patched up with dad, it comes crashing down again as he again tries to tell me what to do. Without ever a word of praise or encouragement from him, I call it quits. That remains the situation.
- Forced out of my sister’s home I shift between friend’s couches, house minding at different outskirts of the city, and making it up as I go along living out of the boot of the car with the dog.
- More court action. More rearguard actions.
- Just when I thought all my options had ended, including housing, received an email out of the blue, which led to my first job in about 3 years.
That was about 3 years ago, and though there’s been much more since then, that basically marked the turning point. Still more court actions, still creditors chasing me throughout, I was at least able to find my first home in 15 months. Slow road since, but things are better, debts are being paid off, and I have some life again.
Against that I have no real family any longer – my sister broke from me over a married man she was having an affair with. She believed I wasn’t sufficiently supporting her (having endured weekly updates in the 12 months prior). My sister is no loss – she’s a nasty piece of work – but she disconnects me from the remaining family. I now have but just tenuous connections with my nephews and niece. In basic terms, I am without family, but I’m fortunate to have friends who are loyal, decent and caring. I can’t complain.
It sounds like a litany of unfortunate events, but there’s no enduring sorrow, and despite everything, few real regrets. In fact, I feel buoyant more often than not and hopeful and confident. I’ve been stripped of all the material possessions I had accrued, and the security that went with it, but I understand that I’ve lost nothing of myself. I’m still just as capable as I ever was, still just as determined, and if anything stronger than ever before. On top of all that I’ve released myself from the burden of my pride and feel freer than I can ever remember, no matter what happens. I’m tied to nothing, but my own beliefs and I take care to nurture them.
The only real loss is family, but the relationships I really care about I’m certain I can redeem. The rest I couldn’t care less.