I can be desperate to escape my current reality, and still have good memories from the past. The real reason it seems like I'm not talking about the "good times" is because I'm actually stuck in the bad times. But my kids are the only thing I've done that I can claim any amount of success. So I can't fathom feeling regret on the journey to having them.
Things can change, and trauma can cause a person to become someone you no longer recognize.
That's a neutral statement, I'm aware who has caused harm to you, although that's not an excuse for your cruelty toward people who didn't hurt you.
Truth is, the loss of my brother forced me into growth that's not subsided since.
I'm unlearning everything it seems. It's the most phenomenal, bittersweet thing I've ever experienced. It's also teaching some painful lessons. Not everyone wants to grow. So many people fade into the shadows, even as I silently begged them to stay. I'm only responsible for myself, so I can't keep anyone who doesn't want to be kept. It feels lonely sometimes.
I just know it's going to get better. I survived my childhood, I can survive this hardship. 😌
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