Truths we shouldn’t share...

Facebook memories are a bitch, amarite???? Either super fond memories or post that make you want to go back and punch yourself in the face. I was reading over a typical long rant with an all-to-familiar underlying feeling of social media dread. I slowly started accepting that not sharing my truths outright was making me look and feel like a ranting loon. I understand airing these truths may piss some people off. There are two sides to every story..this is mine.  Both my parents had very traumatic childhoods. They both were very poor, moving around, unprotected and heavily taken advantage of. That generation didn’t have information at their fingertips. Mental health resources were stigmatized. They were forced to live with their trauma. Despite the deep seeded issues these life traumas manifested into, I love both my parents deeply.    Growing up, especially after my mom left, I became the “woman of the house” and no longer had an identity. My success and future just wasn’...