not at all, i was an innocent kid, shy from birth. went through shit a baby/toddler shouldn't have to go through. like drinking beer/dip spit from bottles on the floor, drunk joyrides with my father, 3 surgeries, accidents, scary family ordeals, all before i turned 4.
i was coddled after that pretty heavily, but shit just continued to happen. my step dad was a hard ass and technically abused me so trauma followed into later childhood. to this day i feel i'm just an innocent kid with no idea what's going on wondering why life is throwing me so many damn curveballs. a recent, prime example is my psychiatrist suddenly quit the day before our appointment, where i was going to explain i'm still a fucking mess and need more guidance. i have a whole list of diagnosed issues and from what i remember my life was good. my siblings are mentally, psychologically stable, popular social butterflies completely unlike me. i just have shit luck or reality is a complete joke and nothing is real