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Childhood was a time where violence and criticism reigned supreme, never a time to enjoy a safe moment.
These trauma memories unconsciously haunt my soul, impact my behavior, and steal my sanity.
I got beat and criticized enough that I trusted no one.
Life was dark, filled with failure and loss, my nervous system was always a mess.
Spotting and surviving the next crisis is how I navigated my childhood.
My purpose was self-preservation. Not very lofty, not a lot of well-being, and not much of a future.
From my earliest memories, I depended on myself, trusted no one.
Hard to rewire all that damage.
We are different, isolated, and conflicted, always an uneasy, unworthy feeling permeating life.
My bucket list has one item, being healed from Ptsd!
Will we ever feel safe, included?
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Posted by Anonymous on September 5, 2021 at 3:37 pm
I really don’t know if I will ever feel safe and included. I certainly have not found the safe place to lean into like that little elephant,
Posted by Marty on September 5, 2021 at 4:15 pm
I know
I just quit a group
Why trust people