i am not a whole person. parts of me died in the house i grew up in
“You own everything that has happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.”— Anne Lamont
We were so young and I know it doesn’t matter now but I wonder what it would have looked like if I had let you save me when I was hell bent on killing myself, killing the stains she imprinted into my body.
What would my life have looked like if I hadn’t spent so much of it trying to destroy myself?
Not many people talk about how deep emotional neglect hurts you.
I’m afraid to want things. I’m afraid to ask for help. I’m afraid to tell someone something if they seem in a bad mood. I can’t process when someone is nice to me. I can’t handle rejection, but my brain literally short circuits if someone gives me a compliment to the point where sometimes the rejection is better.
There are lots of overlap with emotional abuse, but emotional neglect hurts just as much. And it’s even worse that it usually goes undetected, so a lot of people can’t tell they’re being neglected until it’s too late.
Base By: Jahrenesis