It used to be a secret. A secret to myself. The mind was clever, I lived in denial, until I couldn’t. (Mum left when I was 7, burned into my nervous system) my dad was rotten and he’s all I had. Brother was taken out the family. He was 12. I was8. Then my 2 sisters died. I got away. I’m wrecked. Disorganized attachment. I have the insight, and my nervous system is destroyed. Self compassion. Old feelings are painful. Don’t give up.