Trauma dump, I’m trying to make sense.
Everyday feels like a struggle. I woke up late for work today and since my day has felt like shit. I painted my nails this lilac color with this glitter on top and I hate it, I thought I’d love it but I can’t change it now nor do I know if I even want to change it.
I know this is all little things that don’t really matter but it’s not really the little things. Idk what my problem is. Idk why living is so hard and the thought of what my future holds is terrifying.
What if I’m not what I want to be? What if I’m stuck at the dead end job and I repeat history like what my mom did to me?
Can I bring up something a little off topic?
I’ve been through a lot of shit and I know everyone probably says that. But god damn I feel so abnormal. My mom and dad were on drugs growing up. My dad passed away when I was 2 from a drug induced seizure on his bike. When my mom remarried it was awful my stepdad was horribly abusive not to mention our living conditons were DISGUSTING. We didn’t have access to food like my friends did, we couldn’t even do our laundry the pile was so high it touched the ceiling and I thought that was normal. My mother was for the most part absent, on drugs, locked in her bedroom everyday. She decided to lock her door after I walked in on her and my stepdad one day 👀. The reason I emphasize her absence is because my stepdad would beat my brother and she wouldn’t come out. 7 year old me would be stepping in to try and protect my 10 year old brother (ill call C) from a hulking man. So absent she didn’t realize when the neighbor boy took me into his closet. She didn’t realize my 12 year old brother (b) started molesting me, threatening to kill me if I said anything. I guess it was better that dcf stepped in. Foster care still wasn’t much better and every place I ever felt safe at in between ended up falling apart.
Guardians who stepped in when b did what he did. Guardians who’s adult son would actually harm me in the same way and get different punishment, no punishment. A family I called family who dcf thought was doing stuff to me. Though I fought to not be taken. Eventually the mother was shot and killed in a police raid. Due to c’s drug abuse and their kindness to take in young teens from broken families.
Them for me to find more family in a state away. Get adopted by my older sister (j) her husband and her daughter. It was great for a year until she got on drugs. Stopped coming home. And I moved in with my oldest sibling (k) he would later become abusive to me, physically, mentally, and sexually. He wanted to be in a relationship with me. He was 32. I was 15. Then for me to move in with my sisters (j) father. Who got me drunk one night and kissed me. Read my diary where I wrote about it and I knew he would so I wrote over what I wrote so he couldn’t read it. He still pointed it out though. He also knew what k did to me so did j. J called me a liar and said and I quote “her brother, her brother would never do anything like that”.
Backstory j and k are half siblings to each other and me b and c. But k and j grew up together. Not with me b and c. Me b and c are whole siblings same parents all round. It was like she was saying k wouldn’t do anything because he’s her brother but b would. Even though they’re both my brothers.
Idek why I’m talking about all of this. Idk what I’m trying to say or if I’ll even get a response. Idk if I’m looking for one or just to be understood and heard, nobody ever did before.
I question everyday was it me? What did I do to attract all this weirdness and craziness and that’s just a top layer of things. There’s so much more I don’t even have the time or energy to explain. Not like anybody would care though it’s just some random persons trauma dump. Idk. The world is fucked up. And I don’t know what my place is or why I’m here or if I’ll even be anything worth a life. I want to be. I desperately want to be the opposite of everything I was shown. But can I? I don’t know. The thought is the scariest part not even what I went through. The questions the never ending wait for the other shoe to drop.






