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The Human Aspect of Jason

I lost my dad in a traumatic incident when I was young, and had to grow up quickly. In an effort to survive I suppressed my emotions and started acting out, seeking other ways to fill the black hole inside of me. This escalated into a life of drugs, crime, and other destructive patterns, to the point where I saw no reasons for living.

I lost my dad in a traumatic incident when I was young, and had to grow up quickly. In an effort to survive I suppressed my emotions and started acting out, seeking other ways to fill the black hole inside of me. This escalated into a life of drugs, crime, and other destructive patterns, to the point where I saw no reasons for living.

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