He and I grew up in the same rich town on Long Island. He's 5 years younger than me and was friendly with my younger brother for a short time. We were only Facebook friends, for those reasons. Then fast forward to a few years ago, we became fast, close friends...or so I thought....
It was my severely overprotective mother. Of course she loved me, and did it out of love....but she took away the very thing that made me fearless, gave me some much needed confidence. This article is a summary of what happened...because my mother loved me...
I was a victim for my entire life until recently. I wanted others to feel sorry for me. Because I wanted someone to "save": me...from the problems that I created
Sure I am feeling sorry for myself, and this essay will help you understand why. I always tell people that my birthday is just an other day. That it doesn't matter to me. Basically giving others the okay to ignore it...Although I don't want gifts...I just want a happy birthday. That's all.
When I was in my 20's I lived in an apartment that I ended up hoarding...which made me miserable, but it was too overwhelming to clean...and too embarrassing to have anyone over. I was stuck. Paralyzed. I was a level 1 hoarder. This is not my apartment pictured but should give you an idea of it.
I hate social media, yet I'm always on it. It's addictive. I go on it, scroll through, get annoyed by the things that people post., wonder why I'm still on it... It's a vicious cycle.
I've just learned that my father unintentionally sexually abused me when I was a child. He never laid a hand on me sexually. This article tells of what happened, how it affected me, and how I am dealing with it...or trying to deal with it...
When you grow up assuming your parents behavior is normal...but you feel uncomfortable with it....but you think it's normal and that other parents do the same...it messes up your mind long term
This is a good exercise for anyone who never dealt with trauma that happened to them as a child,. Or for anyone who's parents didn't give them the tools to go out in the world, or more plainly to be an adult. Or to believe in themselves. And this is what happened to me...
This article examines life long thought patterns, how I've dealt with them, or am still trying to deal with them
I did absolutely nothing for 10+ years. I did this to myself. This article examines my thought patterns then and now
This essay is about what's become normal to me....
We can't force anyone to feel a way that they just don't. So why do so many?
If you like S'more's, these are great, and they're so easy. Oven not required.
Emotional abuse, many think of as anger. It's not. It's an uncontrollable rage. That can't be reasoned with. The individual has to be helped. And by only a qualified individual. We are not qualified. We're way to subjective.