This is really so lame, but I’m 22 and I still think I’m that same little girl that my mom used as a physical and emotionally punching bag. I still remember her telling me to go and kill myself when I was about 11,12 after her ranting and raving. I remember her laughing when I cried and telling me that god didn’t love me. I remember the isolation and always being afraid.I know they are lies now, but for years I believe that bit**. I’m so angry I have to work hard too achieved things that everyone takes for granted. She stole my chance to […]