Thanks for sharing.

I knew I had problems as a child, but I thought they were surmountable problems. I was intelligent. I did fine in school. I lived in modern times, when things were recognized and help was supposedly available. I felt sad for older people who had had their lives go off the rails, but assumed I could manage with all the supposed advantages my generation had.

So it's sad and funny. As a child -- even though I had fears -- you never really believe it will be you.

And here I am. Working on accepting some things. And agonizingly fighting others that are still possible. Because the worst feeling was giving up for years. If none of it works out, I will have some solace in knowing I truly gave it everything I had. That I went down fighting. Like the poem says, "Rage, rage against the dying of the light"

If I accomplish nothing else in this life, I will still do two things:
1. I will have tried
2. I will *NOT* do to others what was done to me. I will not intentionally add to the misery.