courage

Took me 40 years and 100 thousand money and even more courage to finally face the truth: I'm not loved as I thought. When I was a little kid. They ignored me. Not only were my needs ignored, my feelings were abused.  And what's worse is that they never admit it. They tried to talk me to believe they are good parents.  Despite all the things they did, they declared they love me. And I believed their words with all the wierd feelings inside. This is the beginning of the disorder.

Without all the pain I now live in and without the company of the counselor, I wouldn't have got the courage to take a look at the reality. But now that I did look,  my map of the world is revised. I have a map closer to truth.

road less traveled, transference