Kung Lao hailed from humble beginnings, born into a struggling family where he stood as the eldest among his two siblings. The burden of their financial hardships grew heavier with the arrival of his youngest brother. To alleviate their plight, Kung Lao was sent to train as a novice at the Shaolin Temple, where he forged a lifelong bond with Liu Kang, who became both a cherished friend and a brother to him. His formative years were spent in rigorous training until a pivotal event at 16 years old altered his path, leading him to discover his signature weapon, the razor hat, and vow never to assume the role of a teacher. As a Shaolin master, he crossed paths with Haruka/Lin, on her deathbed which makes him reluctantly accept her as his first student, a journey fraught with grappling his past and embracing his new role as mentor. However, fate dealt him a cruel hand as he met his demise during the interrealm tournament, only to be resurrected as a revenant under dark sorcery for many agonizing years. Trapped in a body he didn't recognize, he wrestled with disillusionment and despair until the unexpected intervention of the 2 gods sacrifice restored him to the realm of the living. Despite his miraculous revival, he found himself adrift in Outworld, wandering aimlessly until his nephew's intervention rescued him, allowing him to finally embrace the remainder of his days.
I don't like venting online. I hate sharing negative energy...but I feel like I want to since venting on facebook wasn't enough for me. So-
I was diagnosed with (mild?) PTSD.
After overcoming BPD last year independently, I find myself still grappling with my mental health challenges each year.
Frequent nightmares have become a serious concern, often leaving me hesitant to sleep. During periods of poor mental health, I tend to oversleep, exacerbating the issue and leaving me trapped in a cycle of unsettling dreams. Positive or ordinary dreams feel like a distant memory
Every day is filled with events that I find myself dwelling too much on this mindset issue. Despite my efforts not to dwell on it, my brain triggers fear each time I confront it. At times, it becomes suffocating, leaving me uncertain whether it's the condition or anxiety gripping me...Do I have to go to the hospital again? Is it just a panic attack? My heart rate peaked at 183 bpm this year, a stark reminder of the intensity of these moments. Ngl, I thought I'd had a Cerebral hemorrhage.
On occasions when I don't confront situations involving this issue, my mind replays past errors and regrets, tormenting me with memories I wish to forget, and no matter how much I try, I can't shake off the regrets. It loops endlessly for hours.
I'm uncertain if this persistent cycle of challenges will trigger a return to depression, given my exhaustion with medical visits. Additionally, I've never been fond of therapy, and I'm navigating PTSD for the first time...
These experiences evoke a plethora of negative emotions. Negativity breeds discouragement, which in turn diminishes my ability to pursue my dreams, leaving me feeling like a failure, especially now that I can't graduate and find myself unemployed. Lately, I've struggled to achieve anything I desire.
I'm starting to question my skills which I'm always proud of...now why does it seem to be useless for me?
I feel so dirty...I feel so ugly
Well...at least PTSD isn't worse than BPD for me...but at least I used to feel encouragement when I had it...or maybe I still have it a little.
Lin...
Since my youth, I've held the belief that you are a reflection of myself. You are more than a friend; you are my closest companion. I envisioned you as an improved version of myself, crafted to navigate life's challenges with resilience. Despite the relentless cruelty we endure, even if your tale is more harrowing than mine, I strive to evoke your laughter and kindle your cheer, for I cannot bear to witness your suffering mirrored in my own
.I often ponder the disparities between us. Your adversities far outweigh mine—wars endured, traumas of abduction, the agony of losing loved ones, and the sting of abandonment. Because have I granted you solace through a semblance of normalcy? Is it the presence of a loving family, loyal friends, or the sanctuary of a monastery that shields you from life's hardships?
It may seem whimsical, but each day, I find myself yearning to awaken in your shoes. Yet, a nagging doubt persists—do I truly merit the happiness that would accompany being you?
artist-character outfit swap for MK mains concept by @helsensm
Kung Lao was the first person I ever fangirled about. I mean, I've been a fan of his since elementary school, and he's been with me ever since. If I ever get to talk to him, I could seriously talk to him for hours.
Just wanted to ask whats ur opinion on 1995 Liu Kang(from the movie) or Kung Lao from 2021
thank you for adoring my ocs <33
tbh I haven't watched the 1995 movie fully yet X'D but I really like Liu Kang's vibe, especially his intense and dependable personality. He's got all the qualities of a hero that I admire. However, I wish he would do something about his hair. It was so messy during his fight with Shang Tsung, it made me cringe a bit.
I gotta say, Kung Lao is pretty awesome. I'm a big fan of guys who tie their hair up, and when he did it in bangs, it reminded me of my bestie - so cute! Plus, he seems like a pretty down-to-earth guy. He's got a great mix of being playful and charming, but also knows when to be serious - kind of like a big brother. All in all, I think he's really cool. This is probably another trait of Kung Lao that I like. Unfortunately, he had the same fate as the other Kung Lao (dead lol)
thanks for asking :)