Where do I even begin.
Yesterday, I randomly remembered the vile shit, that bent my life towards freefall. And yes, exactly as you expect, it is my fucking abusive mom's fault.

That absolute monster... That meatsack used to threaten me with sending me to a psych ward ever since I could even form memories. So, imagine this. You have a normal healthy child acting up, and you tell it, that you will get rid of it, and send it to a padded prison, locked up and chained up, left alone with nothing but their own thoughts that are warped by drugs you cannot even imagine. Yes, this is what she thought was a correct way of calming a 4yo up.

So, yeah...I am breaking right now trying to free myself of the insane weight this had on my life. The only re-occuring nightmare now makes a total sence. And yeah, on the bright side, at least I know why Alice will always be so important to me.

>>> Why don't men just go to therapy <<<