there’s so many things on my mind
I don’t even know where to start, honestly.
I feel like the entire universe has a personal vendetta against me. It’s traumatic event after traumatic event. Is this my purpose? Is my purpose to be a punching bag? An abuse victim? Traumatized? what’s the fucking point anymore? Why do I even try? Everyone I love leaves, so I might as well push people away like I used to. 9 years of on and off abuse from too many perpetrators to keep track of. I lost my childhood to abusers, and here I am, expected to start planning for college. How am I supposed to be ready for adulthood when I lost such a huge chunk of a very developmentally important time in my life to abuse? I don’t expect answers, because I’ve searched for years. YEARS of treatment. Yet… I still suffer.
I just needed to get this off my chest.
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I know this is going to sound so foolish, but thank you for venting ?? I know I don’t know you at all but it makes me feel something a little closer to comfort
thank you for this comment. in no way is it foolish, it was actually really comforting to read. I feel a little less alone