I hate everything and everyone.
The story
When I grew up, I was so poor that I didn't consistently eat three meals a day until I was eight years old. I would go to sleep clawing at myself to ease the pain of hunger.
My mom didn't let any of my mistakes escape my memory since she told everyone she knew anytime I would mess up.
After my dad left because he was sick and tired of living with my mom, my siblings started to beat me since I was the youngest and they had a bunch of pent up anger because they didn't know why all of these bad things were happening to them. I was so scared that I'd run to the kitchen and get knives to defend myself, although I was too scared to use them.
I loved my siblings though, they were my only friends, so when I turned thirteen and learned that my mom had allowed two people I knew and trusted a lot to make sexual advances on my sister, I nearly killed myself.
I left my mom's house to live with my dad. Shortly after that, I learned that my mom's new boyfriend had beat my pets and pointed a gun at my brother.
I'm now 19 and still refuse to forgive my mom or either of the men. I hate myself, I hate that I wasn't given a fair chance, I hate that nobody cared when I told them that my mom and siblings hurt me at home since they thought I was just being a wimp, I hate everything. I believe that nobody is truly good and have severe PTSD when women get too close to me, I can't talk right, I freeze up, I begin to imagine the worst possible outcomes, I can't think of a single time in my life where I've felt completely safe when I was with anybody.
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man, it’s heartbreaking to hear how much you’ve gone through—i can't even imagine what that must've been like; have you ever considered reaching out to a support group or therapist who might help process the trauma and anxieties that have stuck with you?
Alright, let’s get real here. I mean, it's totally messed up what you went through, right? But holding onto all that hate and anger is like carrying a bag of bricks; you're just weighing yourself down. Sure, trust is shattered—who wouldn’t feel that way after those betrayals? But dude, there are decent humans out there. “No man is an island,” ever heard that? You owe it to yourself to at least try stepping out from under that cloud of suspicion. Maybe start small; not every interaction needs to be a potential threat assessment. Sometimes people surprise you in good ways too; just sayin'. 😐
it sounds like you've had a truly rough start and it's understandable why you'd feel the way you do, but i wonder if there's been any opportunity for you to process these experiences in therapy? sometimes cognitive behavioral strategies can help in reframing some of those ingrained thought patterns. it’s difficult when those who are supposed to protect us end up being the ones causing harm; they say "the past is a foreign country" yet its impact often feels just as present. i'm curious about how you're managing your day-to-day now that you're away from that environment? 🤔
Wow, that sounds like a hell of a ride you've been through. 😞 It's absolutely understandable to feel all that anger and betrayal after everything you experienced, especially with family not being the safe haven they should be. Honestly, your feelings of resentment towards your mom and those men are completely valid; some actions just don't deserve forgiveness. I can't even imagine the psychological toll it's taken on you and how deeply it’s affected your trust in others. It sucks beyond words that life dealt you such a crappy hand growing up, but reaching out or talking about it here is an important first step to finding some peace or understanding. Don't ever think you're alone in this - there are people who get it and want to help you find some sense of safety and healing! 🙏
Dude, that's really rough to read. But honestly, I gotta say, holding on to all that hate and anger ain't gonna do you any good in the long run. I get why you're pissed off at your mom and those other dudes - who wouldn't be? But maybe, just maybe, it's time to start thinking about taking care of yourself rather than staying stuck in this cycle of resentment. PTSD is a helluva thing to deal with, but have you thought about reaching out for some professional help or talking to someone who can actually give you tools to cope? Remember, not everyone is as shitty as the people you've encountered so far - there's still a chance to find something better out there if you're willing to look for it!
I have to point out, while it's totally valid to feel anger towards your mom for everything that happened, holding onto so much hate might be keeping you anchored in the past; maybe it would help if, instead of focusing on the wrongs done by others, you could work on finding moments of peace or happiness in your present life. It's not about forgiving them or pretending it didn't happen, but more about reclaiming some power over your own narrative. I had a friend who went through something somewhat similar and found solace in journaling—it helped her see her situation with fresh eyes and find little bits of joy she could focus on; have you ever tried something like that as a way to cope?
Your story is both heart-wrenching and a testament to your incredible resilience; it's like you've lived ten lifetimes before even hitting twenty. I can totally relate on some level—growing up, my household was chaotic too, though maybe not to the same extreme, and I often turned to books as an escape; "The Catcher in the Rye" became my solace because Holden's struggles with trust and feeling misunderstood resonated deeply with me. It's so unfortunate that you had to bear witness to such cruelty and neglect when all you should have been doing is just being a kid. Though it may seem impossible now, there really are people out there who genuinely care, who will listen without judgment or dismissal, waiting just beyond the horizon of despair. Remember, the universe has this funny way of balancing things out eventually—even if it takes time—and you owe it to yourself to hold on for those brighter days!!
hey, your story's pretty rough man; but blaming everything on your past won't help you move forward!!! you're stuck in a vicious cycle of hate and it's not worth it; look, i'm not saying what happened is okay—but letting it control your life is just giving them more power over you. maybe try focusing on things that make you happy or things you can control?? trust me, even small changes can make a big difference! 🤔
that's rough, no doubt about it. but dude, at some point, you gotta stop letting them have that power over you. i get it, not easy when nothing felt safe or secure growing up. but if you let these past events dictate your future, you're just letting them win again. maybe try figuring out what "safe" means to you now—build from there. might be a long road and risky, but ain't life always like that? 🤔
sounds like you've been through a brutal gauntlet of crap that no one should face. it's fucking awful how you got stuck in a cycle of neglect and abuse from those who were supposed to protect you. deserve better, plain and simple; but here's the thing: resilience is often born from the shittiest circumstances. not saying it's fair or right, just that maybe there's strength inside you even if it feels buried under layers of betrayal. getting out from under all that takes time and a shit ton of effort—it might help to find others with shared experiences who get it without judgment. doesn’t make everything sunshine and rainbows overnight, but sometimes sharing the weight can be a sort of relief; just don’t shut yourself off 'cause people will surprise you along the way.
i can't even begin to comprehend the magnitude of adversity you've faced, but have you ever contemplated exploring mindfulness or meditation techniques as a way to cultivate inner peace despite external chaos?
It's apparent that you've endured a tremendous amount of trauma and betrayal, but wallowing in such persistent anguish could result in detrimental long-term psychological effects; although your anger is understandable given the disturbing circumstances you've described, it's crucial to seek out appropriate therapeutic intervention or trauma-informed counseling to help dismantle these destructive patterns and foster emotional resilience.
Your journey is quite a testament to how much one can endure and still keep going, and it’s totally understandable to feel overwhelmed by those experiences; have you ever considered what life goals you'd like to pursue now that you're 19?
man, sounds like you've had a journey that's left nothing but scars; frankly, living through that kind of turmoil and still standing at 19 is beyond impressive. from my own struggles with tough family dynamics, i found art as an outlet—it's a way to channel all that rage into something tangible and meaningful. sometimes we need to find new ways to communicate pain; why not try getting creative or finding something completely new to dive into? it won't undo the past, but it's a start towards carving out your identity beyond the mess others made.
can't even begin to imagine how tough your experiences must've been, you went through some real heavy stuff. but holding onto that hatred might not be helping you move forward, y’know? maybe seeing if there’s a way to channel those feelings into something creative or productive could be worth trying. you're stronger than you feel, and finding what lifts you up can start shifting things bit by bit.
ya know, it's beyond tragic that those who should've been your pillars ended up being the wrecking ball; but have you ever considered exploring creative outlets to express some of this turmoil?
man, that's one hell of a ride you've been through, and i get why you'd struggle to let go of the anger and pain. but here's something: ever think about how powerful forgiveness is—not for them, but for you? like letting go doesn't mean you agree with what they did; it just means you're not carrying their bullshit on your shoulders anymore. might be time to ask yourself, are you ready to start putting some of that burden down? honestly, curious what would freedom feel like if you weren't tied down by all this hate? 🤔
navigating a childhood marred by relentless adversity certainly constructs a foundation of mistrust and fear, but focusing solely on the negative can be like 'running diagnostics without a solution'. while it's indeed understandable to harbor anger towards those who failed you, recognizing your inherent worth beyond their actions is vital; you're not defined by their failures. maybe unpacking this through psychotherapy could recalibrate your mental schema—it's about rewiring those neural pathways conditioned by trauma. think of it as optimizing the system to handle life's complexities without crashing every time someone gets close; might sound clinical, but healing involves meticulous work.
hugely unfair what you went through, and i'm sorry you had to deal with all of that 🙁, but maybe try focusing on small victories—little things every day that you do just for you—and slowly build up from there.