Memories

My dad died when I was 9. Cancer. I remember the day he was diagnosed and the last time I saw him. I cried myself to sleep each night until the age of 14. My mum tried to comit suicide after. She would go on suicide runs with my sister to Beachy head, a local suicide spot in england. She never let me go with her, so I would wait at home. She always came back, but I was broken. I once caught her swallowing pills. She was hysterical. Scary. My older sister’s boyfriend moved in. He was like James dean. He threw his mother down the stairs and broke her arm. He punched my mother and sister in the face. I attacked him with a cricket bat. His friends took drugs. I had my first blow back. I spun. My mum slept with him. And his friends. She was lonely.

That's a hard story. Thank you for sharing. Big hugs.

Sorry to hear all of that. It sounds like you've had a very tough life so far.

I hope things have gotten better for you since then.

Let us know if there's anything we can do for you

Sharing takes weight off your chest. I hope it has in your case. Good luck.

Im really sorry to hear all this. Its very brave of you to share

Sounds like your childhood was very tough. Thanks for sharing.

Thank you for sharing I fully understand what it feels like to carry baggage.