I never thought I would be the one to fall off the deep end.
Especially because when you’re falling, you’re not really aware of it until you
hit the ground hard. This was one of the hardest things to cope with in the
beginning. Sitting in the waiting room at Peninsula Psychological Center, I was
officially crazy. The girl who seemed to have her head screwed on so tight was
really the one screaming inside, crying for an ear to just hear me. At the table with my entire family for dinner, I was sitting there by myself, drowned in thoughts that I didn't even know I was capable of composing.
I grew up with a good idea of who I was. My parents, two hard-headed semi-egomaniacs raised their children independent, grounded and just as hard-headed as themselves. They divorced when I was a toddler due to "irreconcilable differences" that still have yet to be reconciled, so I was put into a very awkward situation at a very young age. I was 11 when my two brothers cut all ties with my Mom and moved in with my Dad, who encouraged the move from my Mom and set rules for the boys to follow if they chose to stay in his household. This put me in the middle of my Mother and Father's long-time stand off and with my brothers now involved, I was Switzerland in a new World War.
I grew up with a good idea of who I was. My parents, two hard-headed semi-egomaniacs raised their children independent, grounded and just as hard-headed as themselves. They divorced when I was a toddler due to "irreconcilable differences" that still have yet to be reconciled, so I was put into a very awkward situation at a very young age. I was 11 when my two brothers cut all ties with my Mom and moved in with my Dad, who encouraged the move from my Mom and set rules for the boys to follow if they chose to stay in his household. This put me in the middle of my Mother and Father's long-time stand off and with my brothers now involved, I was Switzerland in a new World War.
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