Imagine giving birth to an innocent child and bringing it into this life only to abuse it, ridicule it, neglect it, and never say sorry to it. The amount of damage that inflicts on a human is simply unbearable. Growing up I had identity issues, low self esteem, and that burning desire to be with someone just anyone if simply they could give me a breadcrumb of love. I didn’t care whether or not they treated me bad, I was always so used to be treated bad anyway. It was familiar. Now as an adult majority of my days are spent rotting in bed. Some days I cry a lot. Some days I just smoke weed until I can’t feel anything anymore. It feels very lonely. Everyday feels like a mental battle. The first half of my life was spent surviving abuse and the second half is spent processing the abuse. I wouldn’t wish this feeling on my worst enemy.