I don’t know how to phrase this, but after enduring 60 years of…what?…life? I’m finding myself angry, disappointed. Not surprising, the anger that is. SARA…Shock Anger Rejection Acceptance. If those are the stages of trauma I’m still stuck in stage 2.
I hate to even go down half these paths in fear of sounding like a whiner. But I’m angry.
Somebody could have helped me a long time ago, my parents is a good place to start.
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