I never knew my father and my mother was physically and emotionally violent, so I (also) never had what I needed, so I understand the feelings. We cannot "fix" it so we have to find ways to help ourselves; I have found writing helps (I wrote a poetry book called, Sanctuary of the Soul (poems of anguish, healing, hope, comfort and celebration) as therapy for myself; none of us can change the pain we feel, but we can do things that make us feel better. Therapy could help. Writing a letter to those who were never there for you might help. Hugs, xo

P.S. I used the "ashes" of my life to win a scholarship at 60 and am a Sophomore at 68!!

I grew up in poverty (no phone, car, refrigerator, tub/shower) in a 120-year old tenement house, snow came in thru a crack in the wall, criminal type neighbors (1 who molested me), 1 drunken woman held my hand over an open fire, abusive mother, no father, etc., etc......joined the army right out of high school; married an abuser...31 years, divorce, abuse from a church.

I was determined to make something of my life; it is all about choices, and we all need to find our way in the world. I send love and hugs and HOPE...xo