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At some point I went from surviving to just floating between my days like a ghost, my energy and executive function nowhere to be found.
It’s not my fault my childhood was garbage, or that my brain is wrong, or that I never learned how to be a good person.
Who are you really mad at? I’m mad at everyone, and especially mad at myself.
The common factor in everyone who has been cruel to me, is me after all.
