I loved every word here. Unfortunately, my family was, and still is, highly dysfunctional. Growing up, I never knew such a thing as unconditional love. There was always something required of me to receive affection from them.

For the longest of time I was unable to recover from this. I spent half of my life thinking I was not worthy of love, until one amazing woman loved me with all my scars.

Thanks for this. It really opened my eyes. I am blaming them every day for the hardship I lived through. I never tried giving them credit for the positive things they taught me.

Student of Psychology. Engineer. I write to help people understand themselves, realize their potential, and live happier, stress-free lives.