A lifetime of trauma.
I wish I had a REAL friend right about now. I gave up on the decent parent thing. Im not used to opening up to strangers but. I truely feel like I need to talk to SOMEONE about my life and what happened through out it. Im having one of the roughest patches Ive ever been in and I dont know how to climb out. I cannot go to therapy because it WILL be used against me in the future. I cannot ask for help from family because Ive had to break away from them. I feel like Im screaming at the top of my lungs in the middle of a tunnel and theres ppl at each end ignoring me.
Hay. I want to listen to you
Hello. I too have been through numerous traumas. I too am looking for that person who really understands what demons I face at times and the coping mechanisms in place so no-one knows what’s in my head.
Im new to this so please bear with me. I dont always get my notifications right away. But I DO care and am willing to listen! We are all in this together. Ill be your friend. Honest. My goddess knows I need good people, and you guys do too
We all need good people. We all deserve good, no great people. It’s fine if it takes a bit to reply as long as you keep replying. If the good Lord wakes you up in the morning, it means you DO have purpose here and things to do. So say thanks for a new day and maybe today will be the day incredible things happen in your benefit!
I would like to talk with you.
Hey there if you need someone to talk to please don’t hesitate to message me!
I hear you! You are not alone! If you ever need to talk! I’m here for you! I understand both trauma and anxiety! Message me anytime!
I can totally relate trust me...I'm at the same stage now....and talking to a stranger is what I deem okay......please feel free to burden me....let's talk
I had to take a day everyone sorry. My girls got new beds and it was a CRAZY busy day. But theyre excited and in turn it helped me a tiny bit. I am blessed with my three babies and you guys. When I was a little girl, about 3 maybe 4 (know ut wasnt five because thats when mom kidnapped me and we lived in a halfway house for a few months...not even close to any better than home) I think I experienced my first trauma that I can officially recall. Mom was always drinking and she was trying to sleep while I was getting around for my preschool bus. I remember having to sit on the second story ledge of our stair well to look out the high window for the bus, but I couldnt find my shoe. So I called for her but she wouldnt get up. Said some few nasty choice names for me and on I went looking all the while knowing Im supposed to be on that dang ledge! Im scrambling all alone looking for this shoe and all of a sudden it came flying at me and hit me in the back of the head making me fall down the stairs. Turns out she was laying on it the whole time. I missed the bus, cried my eyes out and then they had to drive me to school. On the way there i got my mouth smacked by "him" for being mad at her for hitting me.