I’m full of endless rage.

I grew up in a home with a narcissistic dad and an enabling mother. I had a lot of siblings who took on their bad traits, too. They all have a conscience but it’s just a screwed up one. All the things that were done to me throughout my childhood still lie dormant in my heart. I always have terrible anger deep inside. Occasionally it comes out, but it seems like it’s just endless. It never runs dry. It’s always there. It tortures me.