Marvellously Broken

You can only play the victim in your story for so long. Asking yourself "why me" on a daily basis withers at your soul and betrays your mental health . My childhood was spent being the epitome of Daddy issues because my father decided to walk away mentally by the time I was four years old. My mother, given no choice, raised me the best that she could, but even her eagerness to ensure I didn't grow up a stereotype left me contemplating my life. I didn't intend to use alcohol and men to suppress my emotions, but I did. As I searched for solace I had to learn that eventually you have to put a period at the end of a chapter, turn the page, and Own your shit.