The older I get, the more I question everything. Now I know the questions I asked during my journey from childhood to adulthood, aren’t typical. Now I know that mental health and a working class upbringing played a huge part in shaping who I am and how I react to the world around me.
I have been wronged by a lot of people. I hated my heritage for most of my life, but now I know the only reason people discriminated against the parts of myself I had no control over, was because they had nothing else to hold against me, and as horrific as it is, I must take it as a compliment.
I have also finally found love, and he is helping me to heal myself and know my worth. Although I would love to one day receive an apology from the people who made a difficult childhood even harder.