ole the tales to heal my soul

 My childhood trauma

there isn't anything worse than a person who exaggerates a story and blows things out of proportion or just lies, if you think it's mean for me to tell you the truth about something then you need to get with God and find out why that hurts so bad. If you're the type of person to talk bad about someone for doing drugs but you're a drunk or addicted to your prescription pain medicine then you're a hypocrite, if you're the reason why someone has really bad mental health and when that person talks about it you call the a liar and tell how you're the victim then you're the narcissist, if you blame an 8 year old for a divorce you got then you're probably not mature enough to be married, if a girl's mom dies and you accuse them of not loving their mother because they didn't cry the way you thought she should cry, well then you're probably the devil, if you think raising someone as a single parent but letting them grow up in filth and neglect makes you a good person, well you shouldn't have had kids, if you help a child feed an addiction and then turn on them because they couldn't get sober when you felt they should have well then idk what to say because that is all of the others wrapped in one with an exclamation point

if anytime this girl brings up the past you say something like well, I don't remember that happening and then procced to just act like you don't believe them well then you really should spend time in church

I really want to let all of this pain and all of these memories go but it's hard when I'm constantly having to defend my name against the lies and the bullshit, I'm the victim and never once was treated more than the villain, why does a child get the fall for the parents neglect how can the little girl me handle the shame that was put on her so the said persons could sleep at

I really am praying to God and trying my best to change my mindset and my ways but it's hard when the only person you have to talk to is the person who created this monster. I never had a chance and not one person stood up for me or tried to protect me and the one person who tried to intervene was publicly shamed and still to this day is talked badly about but that just tells me people seen the neglected but didn't give a fuck


now I know I'm grown and I'm not blaming my life's mistakes on my parents, but I am allowed to speak about things that impacted my mental health tremendously 

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