In what ways have your parents damaged you?

Yikes. That's a long story. But. I wouldn't be the way I am without all my mental/emotional scars, as stupid as that may sound. I can't be anything but what I am, the collection of my experiences, and somehow I still have my own heart that keeps beating, and a mind that keeps running in circles and sometimes finds ways out and up, and that's gotta be enough. I'm worrying more, now, about my own control and self-influence, and how I'm going to move forward and deal with the things I can't control, rather than dwell on the experiences that have greatly warped me and continue to warp me--I still spend too many nights sobbing into my pillow. But, I believe I'm working through life's never-ending maze to earn some sort of reward along the way. Life is very strange.