Jamie19892017
Well-Known Member
2012 will always be the worst year of my life. I was working in a horrifically stressful job for a scumbag of a human being and was in the complete grip of severe mental illness.
The one thing which kept me sane and my demons quiet for 90 minutes a week was slipping away....it was terrifying.
Its not an exaggeration to say that between 2010 and 2013 Rangers saved my life. Without that weekly release and focus I genuinely doubt I'd be here to post this.
Throughout my recovery, 55 has seemed like a distant dream. The ultimate Holy Grayal.
Now that its within touching distance I cant help but feel cathartic as I consider how far myself and the club I love have come.
When 55 is official I'll take a few hours to myself, reflect, cry and thank God for my recovery and for the club I love.
The one thing which kept me sane and my demons quiet for 90 minutes a week was slipping away....it was terrifying.
Its not an exaggeration to say that between 2010 and 2013 Rangers saved my life. Without that weekly release and focus I genuinely doubt I'd be here to post this.
Throughout my recovery, 55 has seemed like a distant dream. The ultimate Holy Grayal.
Now that its within touching distance I cant help but feel cathartic as I consider how far myself and the club I love have come.
When 55 is official I'll take a few hours to myself, reflect, cry and thank God for my recovery and for the club I love.