Hi GAF, I don't usually post here but I need to vent/tell the VERY short version of my life story and could use some advice.
I've failed my drivers license test for the third time today. I know I can drive a car, I know I can pass the test, yet it seems like an insurmountable task to actually do so. I took up driving lessons back in 2014 (20 Hours). Then, three days before my first test, I subscribed to another 6 hours just to make sure that I was totally ready to GET THAT SHIT DONE.
First time the nerves got to me. Fucked up my parking. Before my second try, I paid for another 2 hours, just to make sure. Test went great, no nerves at all. Only there was a dispute 100m before the finish line and they failed me. To this day I still don't really know what exactly I did wrong to immediately fail the test. The description on the evaluation form is super vague. Failing the test twice, you are obliged to take up 6 hours of driving courses. Those cost € 512. If that wasn't enough, Belgian driving legislation changed and the contents of the test changed. The Result? Everybody panicked and wanted to do the test before the "big change" came. I had to wait two full months before I could take that test again. The test did get harder, and you are obliged to incorporate GPS into the test now. It's not like it's worlds apart. It's still very feasible, there's just some extra stuff you need to take into account.
Today, everything seemed to go really well up until the GPS sent me down a street that was closed off. The examiner didn't even care. My teacher had to open his mouth and defend me (he's not even allowed to speak during the exam). Due to that very confusing event, nerves started to kick in. The examiner sent me into 2 traffic jams while I did what I could. He berated me for the split second choices I made. Stress kicked into higher gear. I made it back and the dude scoffed and failed me. After 34 hours of driving lessons, I spent € 3400 total and boatloads of time and energy on this driver's license crap.
It got me thinking. Those 2 times I actually, really believed in myself, I got shot down mercilessly.
I'm 29, 30 in december. I had a very troubled childhood and puberty. I was emotionally and physically abused. No one cared for me and looked out for me except my grandmother. As long as I kept my mouth shut, had good grades and did my mom's and stepdads' bidding, nothing would happen. The moment I opened my mouth, or got a bad grade, shit hit the fan. I have a younger half brother. I had to look out for him growing up, since his own father (my step father) and mother didn't do so. My mom cheated on my stepdad with other men. I Knew but I had to keep it a secret just to protect my brother and mother. If my stepdad had known he would've kicked the living shit out of all of us.
My biological parents divorced when I was 2 because my dad is an alcoholic. I had little contact with him growing up. Saw the guy once every two weeks, but he was too busy being an irresponsible drunk then. He moved further away and tackled his alcohol problem. He's been sober for around 10 years now. Or that's what he tells me, because I've heard otherwise. No real bond to speak of here.
My parents never payed for my education. My dad wanted to, but only if my mom did. She didn't so I got nothing. Nevertheless, I got 2 bachelor degrees by myself. Around age 22, I still lived with my mom. Tensions were super high at home. My stepdad at that time was an Iranian refugee whom she married behind every body's back so he could get the Belgian nationality. No one likes the guy. He's an overgrown, spoilt, arrogant, hyper jealous superficial brat. He physically abused me and my mom. Just as I was planning to start working and save up some money so I could get the F outta there, my mom decides to move to a smaller apartment with only two bedrooms. I had to share a bedroom with my brother again. I also had a(n emotionally abusive) GF for 3 years by then, so under no circumstances was it a good idea to move into that apartment. I moved out and started working retail since I had to pay the bills. I still have the same job to this day.
My grandmother passed away 3 years ago.
I've been trying so hard to move forward. I see a therapist (3 years now). She has helped me get to the roots of my issues and I understand them. It has helped me a great deal, mentally. I've got amazing friends, I applied for lots of jobs, I've sought career counsel, and, as you read, I picked up driving lessons to augment my job opportunities.
It looks like I've made leaps towards the right direction. I've been addicted to weed and conquered that. I've had a second emotionally abusive relationship and terminated that. I've tackled my suicidal tendencies. I've learned to set my boundaries and I try to be a very open, honest and sincere human being. And today, today was just another big fuck you to my face. Everything I try, everything I do, it all seems in vain. I'm still stuck on the shitty job, I still have the same trust-, emotional- and commitment issues. I genuinely hate people. I believe in nothing anymore.There's just no end to it and I'm failing to keep my head up straight and to keep moving. My energy's gone, my battery's dead and I just don't want this anymore. I'm exhausted and I've got fuck all to show for it.
My apologies if this sounds like a terrible Linkin Park song, but I'd like to get some input from you guys. It sounds absurd to tell this shit to complete internet strangers, but I know there's some of you out there that have been through so much more and are doing fine today. So please, share your wisdom with me.