You do not know me, so it would be impossible for you to assume that I blame others for my shortcomings, regardless of what I wrote. Those posts were written in desperate situations. You cannot know the inner workings of other people's minds,or what they went through if you don't personally know them.

Of course I blame myself for the dumb choices made in life, but not everything is my fault. It's not my fault that I have depression and other maladies which hinder cognition. Of course I should have paused and used my head before marrying the Spanish lady and letting her come to see me after her obsession. Now that you read about all of my life, you might as well keep reading. And I should have also paused and used my head before coming here to Ireland.

What was written was let out in moments of desperation. What do you expect? Complete and total rationality? A lot were rants, a lot were pleads for ADVICE, not getting blamed for, for everything. Would you blame a person with no legs for having no legs? Well, guess what - it's the same thing with depression, if not worse. It's no fucking joke, and not something that one can just snap out of. The vast majority of society shun the depressed. Myself and others in a similar boat. Gladly things are changing, and many of us do the best we can to get by despite the hardships. I hope one day you'll realise this and not be so quick to judge. Going through my past posts and telling everybody what you assume is someone looking for "cash handouts" and whatnot is a shit thing to do, especially since it's not true at all.

I saw to myself for ALL of my adult life and teenage years despite the problems. I had a dip in the road, freaked out, and wrote on reddit. Big fucking deal.

What satisfaction do you get trying to put others down, if I may ask, by looking at their reddit history and trying to play detective? For real, don't you have better things to do?

Was life a bitch? Yes it was, many times. There were good moments as well.