I Am Broken and Picking Up the Pieces

I am broken but try to eat cake whenever I have a chance. Why? Because I like cake. There is no miracle cure and it is a painful day by painful day process. I have emotional trauma from my childhood. Mainly emotional abuse from parents who had their pain that they were always dealing with that got transferred down to me. I am picking up the pieces slowly and I do mean slowly. There are good days and there are bad days but talking about my pain does help a little. It is crazy how long and how many mistakes along the way just to get a glimmer of hope that one day I will be okay and not carry this pain with me. It is always a struggle but you try and do things that make you smile to remind yourself that it wasn’t your fault and you can make the pain go away. We carry so much pain from our childhoods and some never deal with it or even worse repeat the cycle with their kids. I never had any so I guess I should be grateful because I wouldn’t be able to deal with the possibility of repeating the cycle.