I am 56 I am a mother of 5 sons, a nurse of 24 years. I have had amazing adventures, experiences, met wonderful people. But all that time I have been battling my complex PTSD. I have worked so hard and so long. But yet I still feel like a piece of human waste and garbage a curse to my so sons. When my spirit is strong I can push on. Too much stress and struggles. I fall back into the mantra of my childhood. You should be dead, you are garbage, everything that goes wrong is your fault, you are ugly, you are bad no one wants you, you are gods curse to me. 17 years of that and I thought I could escape when I left ho
E with two paper bags of clothes. This demon of false beliefs and hatred from a mother, still follow me at 56. When I am low and stressed. Pops into my mind, you price of shit, everyone would be better off with you dead. I am terrible at committing suit, obviously. My as I get older I need to find a way. As a nurse I know many
E with two paper bags of clothes. This demon of false beliefs and hatred from a mother, still follow me at 56. When I am low and stressed. Pops into my mind, you price of shit, everyone would be better off with you dead. I am terrible at committing suit, obviously. My as I get older I need to find a way. As a nurse I know many
