I had a tough childhood, and I’m 18 now. The physical and mental abuse has taken a toll on me, even though I’m medicated. Hobbies, future plans—nothing seems to help anymore. I just feel tired, lost, and frustrated by how much money I have to spend fixing the damage my parents caused. Yes, I’m in therapy, yes, I see a psychiatrist, and yes, I’ve been to the hospital multiple times.
I think life would feel worth living if I had a family to support me. My parents used me to work out their own issues. My mom hated herself when she was younger, and I reminded her of that, so I’m surprised she didn’t harm me. My dad had his own childhood trauma and took his anger out on me, both mentally and physically. Some days are better, but I don’t think many people understand what it’s like to look like the people who destroyed your innocence. To have scars that will never fade, and be reminded of them every day.
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