1. My childhood experience wasn’t abnormal, not compared to people who had violent parents, unstable households, sexual abuse, early responsabilities, wars and starving. I just remember I was already an uhappy child, I was unhappy because I wished I could be one of those fantasy main characters finding a magic place and finding their own place. I really longed for that, my heart literally ached.
2. I think about this a lot, believe me. The more I think about my childhood, the more I can’t make sense out of myself and why I am brought up like this. I can’t recall a significant thing that should legitimate my anger now.
3. I express myself a lot better by writing that I do talking, and you are particularly detail oriented and analytical, I guess this helped making this thread possible
Though I run this site, it is not mine. It's ours. It's not about me. It's about us. Your stories and your wisdom are just as meaningful as mine. 