Yes. I know my perspective is distorted right now, but I wish I had never started therapy in the first place 24 years ago. I would have kept getting worse and no one would want to help me. It’s really hard right now to not simply say, “f this,” and start gathering supplies.
I hate myself for allowing people to hurt me, and I hate my abusers for using the fact that I was a dependent child to hurt me and my siblings. It was just cruel, there was no upside for them except watching our pain break us.
I want out of here like a fish wants water. It’s too bad that I can’t drown in pain.