Mental Health and me….
Funny enough, the title of this story tells you a lot about me doesn’t it?? I capitalize Mental and Health but, not me?? I am broken… I’ve been broken for a long long long time… I left home when I was 12…. so, I was broken even before that… and things just escalated from there! I don’t want to be the person who blames everything on their parents… but, no matter how you slice it, those people have a permanent effect on your life… your thought processes… your emotions… how you feel about yourself… your confidence levels… your ideals/moral compass… everything in your life is affected by what your senses receive…what you hear, see, smell, how you perceive/receive touch and how you verbally communicate with others.
Some kids just never had a chance…. they were accidentally conceived and not wanted by parents, their parents might be criminals and the kids end up in the foster system… not that all parents who’s children end up in the foster system are criminals but, there are a significant percentage who are…. They live with parents who haven’t matured enough to raise them selflessly… or they end up in the never ending loop of the welfare train. Again, not saying that everyone on welfare has a family history of abusing the system, some honestly require this service to maintain their livelihood and they should be able to benefit from this service, but, they should not be permitted to live on this benefit generation after generation. In this same vein, I would like to add, that some very strong and determined children survive and thrive once they remove themselves from the situation that is hindering their development.
In my case, I was conceived in the back of Chevy, two teens exploring their physical limits. Results from their actions, shot gun wedding… Back then, being pregnant before marriage was something to be ashamed of, to hide from others and the result is getting married before anyone found out… Plus because the family was catholic it was imperative that they be web prior to the arrival of the child as to not have a ‘bastard’ child in the family tree…. I was born less than 6 months later…. and I guess that’s where it all began….
More tomorrow… or the next day… or the next day… lol
Life happens! lol
Stay Safe, AJ
