When I was 15, after a childhood of being exposed to shit that ruined my trust of people, my girlfriend at the time, cheated on me with 12 guys varying in race and age, and she tried to coax me into suicide. Later that week, I went into the national forest by my house and decided I'd pack some stuff and go out, to die. I told my dad I was going for a day hike, and would be back in the evening. Then I left, halfway through though a pack of coyotes on the side I was going towards started following me and pushed me back. I ran and got lost, and for 18 hours, dragged myself on a gravel road until I got to a church. I borrowed the phone, drank lots of water, and called my father. An hour later he was there, and held me in a hug I knew was genuine, he told me how proud he was that I made it back.
That summer I got really involved in the outdoors, as I already loved it as a kid. Then I found you beautiful fuckers. I remeber coming out of interest and gojng to a mjsic thread where I found Tervahäät and my longtime favorite, Of Monsters and Men. I was introduced to a new form of the outdoors, and contributed $70 of my money to the 2015 /out/ secret santa. Bought a pulp fiction poster, gloves, a pipe, and some supposedly really good coffee. It felt amazing, got an MRE and a Zipoo too. Since then 4chan was my mentor in life. I loved you all, from /f/, /s/, /out/, /g/, and my beloved /k/.
Since the time I tried to kill myself I've become an avid outdoorsmen, did a summer volunteer job for the national forest service, did some firewatch, and have 23 solo overnight hikes under my belt, mountaineering, cleaning up trash left by others, helping keeping trails jn good conditon, teaching folks all the helpful stuff I know, and becoming the best I can be.
Tl:dr; Baww post about me trying to die and going to a chinese cartoon website when I was 14 saved me. I turned 18 last august, am going to UW next fall, and am going to try out for MARSOC.