I think, I will look back and be grateful and glad of what I have, as I have 3 beautiful children, a nice house, a husband etc etc. However, I sometimes feel trapped by it all, and feel like I’ve had lots of not nice things happen to me, that have been brushed aside.
I had an ok childhood, we had things, and did things but it never felt warm and cosy. I moved away when I was 20, met DH, had a good career.
Then I moved jobs, hated it, got pregnant, miscarried, got pregnant, became a SAHM. That was so lonely. I was alone all the time, with zero help. Then had another baby soon after. Things went quickly downhill, husband had an affair, awful, awful times.
Then had 3 more miscarriages.
But on the outside I have so many great things. I’m very grateful for them, and I know people look at my life and see only those things, but you truly never know what someone has gone through.
But what I feel I’ve never truly had, is the love and support of my parents, and without that, I’ve felt lost, even now as an adult.
In many ways I feel like I trapped myself through fear. Too scared to be the free spirit that I feel I am inside, I don’t know if that makes sense.