I had a very abusive childhood-physically, emotionally and sexually (which 8 year old me was blamed for), my mother actually came very close to killing me once which I still have flashbacks of, abandoned and rejected by my adored father after my parents divorce at age 5 when he met a woman with a daughter the same age as me so I was replaced (abuse started afterwards), terrible stepfather and half siblings who were trained to hate me, horrendously bullied at school and no one cared or helped me.
I have the strength, resilience and intelligence of the Hulk, the optimism and positivity of Pollyanna BUT the amount of shit I have had to deal with as an adult is more like one of those massive cakes on wheels that someone jumps out of not a pie, let alone a slice.
I did not invite it in, my life is not chaotic as I’m an excellent problem solver, but I am constantly fighting against it.
The very traumatic and cruel death of a child to a rare and unheard of syndrome (million to one chance of getting it), a further 2 x disabled children with totally unrelated conditions (one life threatening) that are not hereditary, 3 serious car accidents that were non fault leaving me with a back and neck condition, raped and left with an STD in my early 20’s, life long medical condition that took 20 years to get diagnosed, a financial catastrophe that was genuinely bad luck meaning realistically I’ll never own my own home again and have to keep moving again and again to more and more expensive, insecure rented properties, two really toxic work environments that affected my whole career and mental health, currently in the middle of something really stressful and important (legal) that should have been straightforward and over a long time ago but of course it isn’t! That’s just the bigger things and there’s been many smaller turds to deal with.
I used to think my evil witch of mother put a hex on me now I sometimes think that I was marked by the bloody universe for an endurance test!