Dear Anita,

It’s true… I do still doubt my childhood experiences. The fear of harping however, is perhaps only a 35 – 45% wedge of the pie chart of my not doing much. There’s probably at least a few different wedges in there, but maybe the largest wedge is feeling all alone/ not belonging / having no one to turn to IRL /  feeling defective and unlikeable. What’s the point of finding a new place to live when I don’t really belong anywhere? And how do I figure where to go when I have no purpose in life or people who care about me?

Lost Soul