Great story!

My journey has been a 20 year path to stability after a childhood filled with loss, abuse, poverty and foster care.

I've been on my own since age 18, but my childhood ended much sooner.

And yet, my life has a lot of joy. Once I got settled in my 30s, spouse, kids, house with garage, steady employment, my emotions started to fall apart. I wanted to die. I just felt exhausted and finished with life.

It's like my unconscious knew it was time to grieve and reflect on all the tumultuous beginnings. I couldn't pretend any more that I was just like everyone else, my peers with stable backgrounds and in-tact family relationships.

Therapy has been so helpful in giving me tools, having someone listen and acknowledge that I suffered, and give me language to describe what I'm going through: PTSD.

I'm in such a better place now than I have ever been.