It fits but it doesn’t fit

When I remember my childhood I remember it being perfect on one hand and the other hand I vaguely remember things that weren’t okay and it’s like these don’t fit together. Probably because a kid doesn’t know right from wrong.. and you’ve got only one family to grow up in so I thought everyone else was brought up this way too.. So now I’m constantly doubting myself. Thinking I make things up or something. That what happened was normal or that I probably deserved it. I see all these happy photo’s but what happened inside me was completely different. No one saw my pain. Was just smiling and pleasing others constantly. Walking on eggshells and trying to avoid any conflict. Instead of exploring who I was. Which leaves me with an under developed sense of self and no self worth.

3 reacties op ‘It fits but it doesn’t fit

  1. Most likely, during your lifetime the story of your past will change at least 25 times…
    At my age, I found it more efficient to look at the lessons I learned and the lessons I did not… saves time 😉
    And lessons like “whom to please or not (learned that one a 1000 times)” or “Where the f* did I store my self-worth in my closet? (should give that a permanent place)” are good beginnings.


Geef een reactie

Vul je gegevens in of klik op een icoon om in te loggen. logo

Je reageert onder je account. Log uit /  Bijwerken )

Google photo

Je reageert onder je Google account. Log uit /  Bijwerken )


Je reageert onder je Twitter account. Log uit /  Bijwerken )

Facebook foto

Je reageert onder je Facebook account. Log uit /  Bijwerken )

Verbinden met %s