I feel a little vulnerabale admitting this on an internet forum, but there was a time in my life I could identify with the fight club movie.

Followeing the deaths of two close friends in a traffic accident and the death of my Grandmother, who cared from me all of my early life while my mother was in hospital, boxing helped me through. Physically taking punishment and administering pain of my own helped me to cope and although I assume it wasn't the best therapy I did work.

The weird thing was that feeling the pain was better than dishing it out.
I thought I was a freak, until a friend (another boxer) who was out for 6 months coonfided in me saying "I can't wait to get hit in the face."


We're weird animals.