As it turns out, none of us are.
I’m sitting in my office, mother to a beautiful 3.5 year old child, wife to a not very grateful husband. I’m sure the average passerby would look at my life and want to trade with me in a nanosecond. From the perspective of an outsider, I shouldn’t be writing this, let alone feeling this. This inner monster that constantly tells me to do myself in.
My childhood was dreadful, unending cycle of abuse from four parents. Two of them physically harmed me, one tried to kill me, three thrived in psychological abuse and one ignored […]