As I
grew older maintaining this charade became harder and harder. It’s really
difficult to believe your life is superior to others’ lives when you feel like
such a fraud. By denying the abuse that was ongoing in my childhood, my growth
was stunted. It wasn’t until years later when it all came bubbling up to the
surface that I began to understand the fractured reality of my childhood.
I miss
my childhood. I miss thinking everything was okay. I want to remember the good
times because there must have been some, but all those years of repressing
having made it hard to see any good.
I miss
what could have been my childhood.
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I honestly think that at some point you will be able to remember and enjoy the good without it feeling like recognizing the good is
ReplyDeletea betrayal of the work you've done dealing with the yuck. After all you are working on truth, and all that includes... if that makes sense?
I can understand why you have trouble remembering. I'm glad we could connect about it today.
ReplyDeleteOne of the many tragedies of abuse is the stealing of your childhood. It's terrible that you had to endure that. I hope you'll set out to make some fantastic memories today!
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean. Believing in rightness and goodness and wellness is comforting. looking back at realities? Not so much.
ReplyDeleteThanks for being transparent here. Have a happy day today!
ReplyDeleteFrom the heart. xo
ReplyDeleteI so appreciate your honesty in sharing your story, friend! I agree... I believe you will rediscover the good memories in time! Praying for you as He goes back with you and shows you that good or bad, He was with you and broken hearted over the loss as well! May healing continue!
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