Hope and confidence
reality2k4
Registrant
When I was a young kid, I hoped that things would get better than the real hurt that hit me, it must do I thought!
I wished my childhood away, just to be bigger and stronger, and to be able to fight anyone who came my way.
Putting all the emotions into some sort of hibernation and living in the present was all I could hope to achieve.
And I guess I got pretty good at it, maybe got it down to a fine art.
I guess like all the other older guys, I beat myself up, for not reaching out for help in my teens, I so wish I could have found somebody to lead me into seeking that help.
It would have felt so embarrassing to even think of asking for help off a doc, but that is what they are there for, to listen and get help I suppose.
I got into some memories of childhood of about 13yo, and they were pretty horrific to me to face.
I closed the memories down, but I guess just remembering them was enough to freak me out.
I think it was a time of being emotionally and physically bullied, on the outside and inside of my home, which should have been safe, but nowhere was safe, nothing was, nothing in his life.
I guess I am not so good at writing stuff, but at that time, I had nobody to really relate to, except a few friends who never judged me, and stuck by me, even when I told them not to be there.
There was no way out, there really wasnt, it was just a living nightmare, but so far from the abuse I see in this place, so I guess it is just a whine, when I read what other guys had to put up with.
Even when I feel like giving up, I guess I find the strenth to carry on, even if I am not a survivor, but who should I be,
ste
I wished my childhood away, just to be bigger and stronger, and to be able to fight anyone who came my way.
Putting all the emotions into some sort of hibernation and living in the present was all I could hope to achieve.
And I guess I got pretty good at it, maybe got it down to a fine art.
I guess like all the other older guys, I beat myself up, for not reaching out for help in my teens, I so wish I could have found somebody to lead me into seeking that help.
It would have felt so embarrassing to even think of asking for help off a doc, but that is what they are there for, to listen and get help I suppose.
I got into some memories of childhood of about 13yo, and they were pretty horrific to me to face.
I closed the memories down, but I guess just remembering them was enough to freak me out.
I think it was a time of being emotionally and physically bullied, on the outside and inside of my home, which should have been safe, but nowhere was safe, nothing was, nothing in his life.
I guess I am not so good at writing stuff, but at that time, I had nobody to really relate to, except a few friends who never judged me, and stuck by me, even when I told them not to be there.
There was no way out, there really wasnt, it was just a living nightmare, but so far from the abuse I see in this place, so I guess it is just a whine, when I read what other guys had to put up with.
Even when I feel like giving up, I guess I find the strenth to carry on, even if I am not a survivor, but who should I be,
ste