I’m not a mental health professional – all my observations are from my life and what I see of others around me.
Many of us grew up in war zones, with distracted parents. They say every child needs one person who thinks they’re ‘all that’, who is their advocate and supporter, no matter what.
Some of us didn’t have that. That leaves scars-misconceptions about life, and where you fit in it.
Not poor me, just the facts.
But eventually, you discover the truth about all the misconceptions and find for yourself, your place in the world. And I believe you’re stronger for it, because it wasn’t given knowledge. No one can take it away from you, because you know that stuff, deep down.
You learn better, you move past it. You put band aids on your past of your own making. You go on with scars. Every once in a while, something happens that opens one. It hurts again, but you also have the reminder of how far you’ve come from the original event. And it heals faster.
Here’s to the damaged ones. The ones who limp, but walk with heads held high.
You are my people, though we may never have met, I’m so proud to know you.