Dear betweendrops:

Your story is an example of how resilient a human can be, how much hurt and harm a human can experience and survive. Not without paying a huge price, of course, but survived you did. I noticed the way you write, the longer sentences punctualtes by very short sentences, strong delivery, saying much without many words.

Your last sentence: “How do I go about life without knowing what it’s like to feel loved or wanted? How do I release myself from my past?”

My answer: you learn about yourself from your current feelings about your past, you resurrect your scattered pieces from your past: there is that hurt, there is that anger, this is what happened, this is who she was, who he was, this is who i was… this is who I am. Ah, this is who I am. In between the drops, drops of love, the little bits of those among the hate and abuse, glimpses of what could have been; in between the drops of blood that you shed, figuratively if not physically, in between the drops and pieces of your broken self in that past… you gather those pieces slowly, gradually, glue them with the love that you always deserved, love for yourself.

Have you been, are you in psychotherapy? What kind? How has it worked..? What is the plan, your plan?

anita