I’ve been doing a lot of introspection as of late. Between finally understanding my sexuality to realizing just how deeply damaging my childhood was. For a long time, I believed that things were not that bad. And, I guess the translation from that is that I had less of a reason to be upset, perhaps even to the point that I was overreacting. But, growing up as a child of an alcoholic was traumatic.
I know that there is always another level, but it has been sort of mind-blowing to realize the true extent of trauma in my family.
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