Back in school I was going through a LOT. There was abuse and neglect and parents that didn’t want to put me in therapy because they knew CPS would be called. I stopped taking care of myself, I withdrew and lashed out, I would hit myself... I was a bit of a train wreck.
https://twitter.com/ranee84099973/status/1379580396388638723
I don’t blame the kids that didn’t like me, I blamed myself. I purposefully pushed people away. As my dad got more violent, I got more depressed. Eventually, things came to a head when I stopped talking and failed every class. They found out I had two learning disabilities.
They found a slew of suicide notes, and decided I needed therapy. It took 8 years and countless meds to get me to be ok. I got off of everything when I turned 20, and moved out. I was in a good place, haven’t had to get back on meds since. Has a lot to do with reconciliation.
My dad and I were able to make up. I had to forgive a lot. He had to try to understand what he had done.
We had a period of time there where I really loved him, and I think he really loved me. Without that I think I might still be broken.
Now I’m just fun chaos.
We had a period of time there where I really loved him, and I think he really loved me. Without that I think I might still be broken.
Now I’m just fun chaos.
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