As today loomed overhead this past week, I've been trying to figure out how I should best confront it.
Many years ago on this day something happened to me which has had a massive effect on every aspect of my life. It would not be an exaggeration at all to say that, had things gone differently, the Shokkou you all know would not exist today.
I was, for just a few months shy of a year, held hostage. For months I couldn't see and I could barely hear anything. I couldn't speak and I was kept alive by having nutrients forced into my body via a tube. I was so weak at first that even if I could have escaped, I would almost certainly have died before I could get anywhere. The only thing I could do was feebly kick my legs. Time had no meaning as weeks flew by. Then, one day, I finally was released. As I made my way out of that place where I'd been held for months on end, the doctor picked me up and showed me to my mother and father and gotcha bitch this is a birthday thread!
