Moja prica pocinje ovako:Zovem se Milijanovic Damir rodjen sam 30.11.1978 god.u Foci grad nedaleko od mog grada Gorazda u kom sam imao lijepo djetinstvo sve do 1991 god kad je moj otac preminuo nakon krace bolesti.Sve do tad ja sam imao sretno djetinjstvo kao i moja sestra bili smo sretna djeca.Mislim da je to prva moja trauma sa 12 god.Gubitak oca sam tesko prihvatio.Ne dugo zatim dolazi druga trauma rat u Bosni... Na nagovor nase mame ja i moja sestra smo poslati kod oceve rodbine u Srbiju,a mama je ostala u Gorazdu ne znajuci da ce prokleti rat trajati tako dugo.Tako smo ja i moja sestra ostali takoreci sirocici bez roditelja.Oceva rodbina se jedno vrijeme brinula o nama,ali mi smo trebali nastaviti nase skolovanje tako da nas je nas stric smjestio u dom za nezbrinutu djecu u Uzicu odakle bi nastavili skolovanje trauma br3...Zivot za mene u domu nije bio nimalo lagan vrlo tesko sam se navikavao jer sam po prirodi mnogo emotivan pa mi je to sve tesko izgledalo.
O periodu zivota u domu necu ovdje pisati, bilo je tu i lijepih trenutaka ali i losih.Posto se sestra udala 1995 god i otisla iz doma taj period mi je bio tezak ostao sam doslovno sam...Ubrzo nakon nekog vremena ja sam se preko Unhcr-a vratio mami u moj rodni grad koji je bio u rusevinama trauma br.4... Opet sam trebao da se navikavam na nepoznato pogotovo sto ja nista nisam znao o tome zasto je rat poceo ko je kriv itd...Moj psiholog iz doma Ana mi je rekla da sam prerano sazrio,i tako sam prerano poceo da analiziram stvari nepotrebno.Danas mi to sve ima smisla jer je to samo mali dio od dijelova koje sastavljam kako bih saznao kako je ova nezdravost dosla u moj zivot...
Takodje cu dosta toga perioda zivota ovdje preskociti pokusacu da ubacim te neke glavne dijelove price.Srednju skolu sam nastavio i zavrsio u Gorazdu.1998 god sam otisao u vojsku odsluzio i nakon toga trebalo je nesto da se radi.Moj prvi posao prije vojske je bio konobar u jednom lokalnom restoranu.Sjecam se da sam uzasno imao tremu kako cu sluziti goste, iako sam bio vrlo mlad ti neki strahovi koji su dolazili kao leptirici u stomaku,a sve zahvaljujuci tim traumama iz djetinjstva.Nakon vojske sam trazio posao i opet sam poceo da radim posao konobara.1999 sam dozivio prvi napad cir u stomaku je proradio, trebao sam na operaciju...Oporavio sam se i poceo opet da radim u jednom kaficu.2000 god u toku rada pojavio se tremor koji je trajao minut dva ne znam tacno.
Uglavnom analizirajuci sad sa ove distance Parkinson je vec bio na putu,a da toga nisam bio ni svjestan u 22 godini.
Moja prica pocinje ovako:Zovem se Milijanovic Damir rodjen sam 30.11.1978 god.u Foci grad nedaleko od mog grada Gorazda u kom sam imao lijepo djetinstvo sve do 1991 god kad je moj otac preminuo nakon krace bolesti.Sve do tad ja sam imao sretno djetinjstvo kao i moja sestra bili smo sretna djeca.Mislim da je to prva moja trauma sa 12 god.Gubitak oca sam tesko prihvatio.Ne dugo zatim dolazi druga trauma rat u Bosni... Na nagovor nase mame ja i moja sestra smo poslati kod oceve rodbine u Srbiju,a mama je ostala u Gorazdu ne znajuci da ce prokleti rat trajati tako dugo.Tako smo ja i moja sestra ostali takoreci sirocici bez roditelja.Oceva rodbina se jedno vrijeme brinula o nama,ali mi smo trebali nastaviti nase skolovanje tako da nas je nas stric smjestio u dom za nezbrinutu djecu u Uzicu odakle bi nastavili skolovanje trauma br3...Zivot za mene u domu nije bio nimalo lagan vrlo tesko sam se navikavao jer sam po prirodi mnogo emotivan pa mi je to sve tesko izgledalo.
O periodu zivota u domu necu ovdje pisati, bilo je tu i lijepih trenutaka ali i losih.Posto se sestra udala 1995 god i otisla iz doma taj period mi je bio tezak ostao sam doslovno sam...Ubrzo nakon nekog vremena ja sam se preko Unhcr-a vratio mami u moj rodni grad koji je bio u rusevinama trauma br.4... Opet sam trebao da se navikavam na nepoznato pogotovo sto ja nista nisam znao o tome zasto je rat poceo ko je kriv itd...Moj psiholog iz doma Ana mi je rekla da sam prerano sazrio,i tako sam prerano poceo da analiziram stvari nepotrebno.Danas mi to sve ima smisla jer je to samo mali dio od dijelova koje sastavljam kako bih saznao kako je ova nezdravost dosla u moj zivot...
Takodje cu dosta toga perioda zivota ovdje preskociti pokusacu da ubacim te neke glavne dijelove price.Srednju skolu sam nastavio i zavrsio u Gorazdu.1998 god sam otisao u vojsku odsluzio i nakon toga trebalo je nesto da se radi.Moj prvi posao prije vojske je bio konobar u jednom lokalnom restoranu.Sjecam se da sam uzasno imao tremu kako cu sluziti goste, iako sam bio vrlo mlad ti neki strahovi koji su dolazili kao leptirici u stomaku,a sve zahvaljujuci tim traumama iz djetinjstva.Nakon vojske sam trazio posao i opet sam poceo da radim posao konobara.1999 sam dozivio prvi napad cir u stomaku je proradio, trebao sam na operaciju...Oporavio sam se i poceo opet da radim u jednom kaficu.2000 god u toku rada pojavio se tremor koji je trajao minut dva ne znam tacno.
Uglavnom analizirajuci sad sa ove distance Parkinson je vec bio na putu,a da toga nisam bio ni svjestan u 22 godini.
Taj dan je bio tu moj drugar koji je usluzio goste koji su upravo narucivali u tom momentu jer ja nisam mogao. Nisam smatrao da je ozbiljno tremor je bio kratko i nestao je ali sad znam da svaki put kad bi se pojavila ta trema bio je on upozoravao me je.Dosta sam ja kriv i priznajem to, jer sam 18 godina bjezao od samog sebe kroz drustvo,nemaran zivot alkohol,jednostavno nezdrav zivot,nezdrave navike, nezdrava ishrana,stres kroz poslove koje sam radio,doslovno sam unistavao sam sebe.Da ne bude da sam samo ja kriv dosta uticaja je imala sredina u kojoj sam zivio to je ta epigenetika...
Koliko samo okolina ima jak uticaj na gene i genetski kod...Sve te traume koje sam dozivio u ranom djetinjstvu su kreirale ovu nezdravost,ja sam samo dodavao ulje na vatru vremenom.Ne zelim nikoga da krivim prvo zelim da oprostim sam sebi,zbog toga sto sam zaboravio na samog sebe i ucinio zlo samom sebi.Takodje oprastam svakom koje na bilo koji nacin dao doprinos ovom stanju u kome se nalazim.Oprastam,jer trebam kako bih volio vise sebe i ne zelim sad tu vrstu tereta da nosim sa sobom nastavljam svoj zivot da vodim jer znam i vjerujem da ovo ima svoju svrhu zasto je tu.Nastavice se...
My story goes like this: My name is Milijanovic Damir I was born on November 30, 1978, in Foci, a town not far from my city where I had a nice childhood until 1991 when my father passed away after a short illness. Up until then, I had a happy childhood as well as my sister, we were happy children. I think it was my first 12-year-old trauma. I did not take the father's loss seriously. Not long afterward, there is another trauma the war in Bosnia ... Mom sent my sister and me to father relatives in Serbia, and my mom stayed in Gorazde without knowing that the damn war would last so long.
So my sister and I stayed with the orphans without parents. Our relatives worried about us for a while, but we should continue our education so that our uncle placed us in a home for uninhabited children in Uzice, where they would continue school that was trauma br3 ... Life for me in the home was not easy at all, I was very hard to get used to because I am very emotional in nature, so it all looked so difficult. The period of life in the home I will not write here, there were nice moments but also bad ones. Often my sister got married in 1995 and left home, it was hard for me to remain faithfully alone ... Soon after a while, I returned with the UN to my mom, the hometown was in the ruins of the trauma No.4 ... Again, I had to get used to the unknown, especially because I did not know why the war started to blame, etc. ... My psychologist from Ana's home told me I prematurely ripened, and so I started to analyze things unnecessarily.
Today, that all makes sense to me because it's only a small part of the parts I'm composing to find out how this unwantedness came into my life ... I'll also have a lot of that period of my life here I skip the try to put in some of the main parts of the story. I graduated from high school and graduated in Gorazde. In 1998, I went to the army and served, after that my first job before the army was a waiter at a local restaurant. I remember that I had a terrible hunch of how I would serve the guest, although I was very young, some of the fears that came as butterflies in the stomach, all thanks to these childhood traumas. After the army, I was looking for a job and I started working as a waiter again. In 1999, I experienced the first attack in the stomach it was an ulcer, I needed surgery ... I recovered and started working again in a cafe in the 2000 year I had the first tremor he lasted for two minutes I do not know exactly. Mostly analyzing now from this distance, Parkinson was already on the road, and I was not aware at the age of 22. I did not think that the serious tremor was short and he disappeared, but now I know that any such situation, and I had enough of them, he warned me. I am guilty and I confess it because I was running away from myself for 18 years the negligent life of alcohol, simply unhealthy life, unhealthy habits, unhealthy diet, stress through the jobs that I worked, I literally destroyed myself. Also a lot of influences, it had the environment in which I lived that is this epigenetics. ..
How much the environment has a strong influence on the genes and genetic code ... All these traumas I experienced in early childhood created this unhealthy, I just added oil to the fire in time. I do not want to blame anyone for the first time I want to forgive myself, because I forgot about myself and I did evil to myself. I also spare anyone who in any way contributed to this state of affairs in which I am. I grow up because I need to love myself and I do not want now that type of burden to carry with me I am continuing my life to lead m because I know and believe that this has its purpose why it is here. It will continue...
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