Aroung the age of four my life got very complicated, violent family member, never made the cut with my Mother, I lived in fear. I cried night after night until I was around fifteen. Never a hug, never a kind word, just rigid rules. If I was ill, didn't care, I'd lay awake alnight with tonsilitis, crying...one night I was so desperate for help, I was in so much pain, I creeped upstairs, afraid, and I stood there crying and asked my Mom if I could have a baby aspirin, in a hiss she said get out of my sight. That's the way it went until I was old enough to get away from those people. The aloneness I felt still haunts me today, I trust nobody, I try, yet it remains a huge challenge. It's so important to cherish children. I cherish mine...I do feel alone quite abit, disconnected, however I understand why. My parents weren't able to teach me what love was because they didn't know, now it's up to me to fill the lonliness, I try everyday to be grateful for the blessings in my life. I start everyday by repeating the words Love, Compassion and widsom, and repeat I'm a loving unique child of the supreme being, worthy...
I cried night after night until I was around fifteen. Never a hug, never a kind word, just rigid rules. If I was ill, didn't care, I'd lay awake alnight with tonsilitis, crying...one night I was so desperate for help, I was in so much pain, I creeped upstairs, afraid, and I stood there crying and asked my Mom if I could have a baby aspirin, in a hiss she said get out of my sight. That's the way it went until I was old enough to get away from those people.
...unbelievable...
I can't imagine hurting a child for any reason. There are times when you want to bounce one off the side of their head, but what you went through was actual abuse.
Re: Depression with anxiety 
