I really hated fighting people and hurting them, but felt unable to stop.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I hate fights. I try to talk people out of fighting if I can and if they start I run away.
When I was a kid, I had to fight for everything.
I had to fight all my life to survive. They were all against me... but I beat the bastards and left them in the ditch.
I don't start fights, but sometimes I don't walk away from them. It hasn't happened in a long time, but it's happened, and I regret those times. I should have been more in control of myself, stronger, more adult.
In the face of excruciating pain and uncertainty, I never lost hope, and it never occurred to me to stop fighting - not ever.
I've been fighting my whole life.
I wasn't happy at the career I was at and wanted to try something else, and so I tried fighting, and it's working out pretty well. I set my own schedule; I have my own training facilities. I'm not traveling as much, and I'm at home every night.
I feel that I fell somewhat under that category where I was using fighting to kind of run from my own self to an extent, to kind of numb the things that I thought about myself. When I had fighting taken away, I was forced to look at myself in the mirror and say, 'What are you without fighting?'
I've never had to fight hard for anything I've gotten in the past.
I was not fighting myself at all as I used to.