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Originally Posted by QuietMind
Being parentified, especially emotionally, costs you your childhood.
Hugs!
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It really does. But now I'm trying to be the child, to be taken care of. To just be loved and to have fun. But it's like I can't. I feel that chold, even buried in me, is gone forever. I can't let myself be taken care of. Guess that is what makes therapy hard for me. Talking, for one. I don't do that. But now I am also talking here. And knowing, in a way, that is someone taking care of me, holding me up until he can teach me to hold myself up instead of being curled on the floor. Hypothetically. Thanks for the hugs!
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There are so many things wrong with me, and sometimes I believe there is more than what is diagnosed. I fear never healing, being left alone to crawl this heartless, cruel world. I hate myself so much, and sometimes, as much as I hate them, all I really want is a heartfelt hug. Will I ever make it through this thing called life? Or will I drown in the darkest depths of the ocean? Only time can tell. As for now, I just hide and I fear. This
is, and will always be my life.
