Christmas is coming. I am still dealing with family dysfunction. This time I of year, I want to go to Heaven. If you have read my posts in , My Uncomfortable Mind, over the past 15 years, you know that I have too much PTSD and most of my family doesn’t understand or has emphasized support. I have tried to talk to family members, they deny my horrible experiences in childhood, but they never took me away from the hell I experienced. All I have is my husband Frank Willwerth. He is like one of God’s angels. But still I feel lost, like “what is that point? I have tried for decades to help my family and work out issues and renounced mistreatment, but I am thrown away like a piece of trash. It is much easier for those, to make me look like a piece of shit, for speaking out, than for those who care to admit that they have fucked up, so many times. As far as my own mother goes, for months, that I have not had contact, more and more, I have been having deep memories and flashbacks. I have found that too many people don’t have empathy. Too many people don’t want to be be involved or help out.
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