These are the things that matter to me.
I feel we need to heal our countries children and give them more attention. Yes, it's all fine and dandy to help other countries, but lets start here.
I have been homeless. I come from a broken family. My Mom was an addict. My Dad was labeled schizophrenic. Both had terrible lives, but they were lovely people beyond their addictions and illnesses. My mom was a meth addict, but she was very loving. I used to hate her until I realized her pain. They were both repeating cycles. I to went down the road of addiction and mental illness. I was an alcoholic most of my youth. I partied, slept around and did what my mother did. I was labeled bipolar, a brat, self-absorbed and destructive. I didn't know any better.
I finally sought help and became the woman I am today. Yes, I still have trauma, anger, sadness and deep pain, but now...I get to be an inspiration for other women. I get to do chores. I get to have bad days. I get to eat dinner. I get to endure life with a full concious.
I'm so proud of both my parents. They worked hard to overcome their family curses. They did the best they could with what they knew and had. I'd never change parents. I love them both so much that it hurts to know I hated them so much at one time.
I always wanted my own children but deep down it's a blessing I never had them. They would have endured so much crap. I'm glad the cycle ends with me.
Just some ramblings. I hope you all find your center. I hope you all find peace in life. We've all had something traumatic that helped form us. I would not change a thing about my life. It helped mold me into a fairly decent lady.
I have been homeless. I come from a broken family. My Mom was an addict. My Dad was labeled schizophrenic. Both had terrible lives, but they were lovely people beyond their addictions and illnesses. My mom was a meth addict, but she was very loving. I used to hate her until I realized her pain. They were both repeating cycles. I to went down the road of addiction and mental illness. I was an alcoholic most of my youth. I partied, slept around and did what my mother did. I was labeled bipolar, a brat, self-absorbed and destructive. I didn't know any better.
I finally sought help and became the woman I am today. Yes, I still have trauma, anger, sadness and deep pain, but now...I get to be an inspiration for other women. I get to do chores. I get to have bad days. I get to eat dinner. I get to endure life with a full concious.
I'm so proud of both my parents. They worked hard to overcome their family curses. They did the best they could with what they knew and had. I'd never change parents. I love them both so much that it hurts to know I hated them so much at one time.
I always wanted my own children but deep down it's a blessing I never had them. They would have endured so much crap. I'm glad the cycle ends with me.
Just some ramblings. I hope you all find your center. I hope you all find peace in life. We've all had something traumatic that helped form us. I would not change a thing about my life. It helped mold me into a fairly decent lady.
46-50, F
