It's a weird thing really. Grew up in one of the best towns in the area, great school, great friends, and loads of opportunities. The in house fighting though was just reaaally heavy on my brain. It affected everything.
considering the number of horrible things that happened. I look at it as more surviving. I'm ok-ish now. but it took a while to get here. so less fucked up. 10 years ago very much so.
I feel like my therapists feels more fucked up/traumatized than the quality of my childhood/adolescence really warrants.
Every time I share my beliefs or explain my point of view, I can see her hold back tears.