I had a traumatic childhood - abusive stepdad between the age of 5-9. He was also violent towards my mum who tries to take her life twice. My mum left him when I was 9. Since then, despite being bullied at school (and the university), I left home to go to uni, met a lovely man, qualified as a midwife, had 2 lovely children and got married.
I just feel like sometimes I’m fine and other times it’s a struggle. I always wonder what I did wrong to make my stepdad hate me so much and when I’m having a bad days I honestly feel like I’d be better off dead and my family would be better off without me.
I’ve had therapy which wasn’t particularly helpful and I’m on sertraline which definitely helps with my anxiety and stops me wanting to kill myself every few weeks but I feel like I’m never going to escape this feeling that I must have done something to deserve what happened to me and I’m never going to escape this feeling of dread and despair, and I feel like people with a normal, happy childhood will never understand what a struggle everyday is.