Via therapy I worked out it was put there by my mum, the hole that is.
I later went on to enter a long abusive marriage, which I’ve been out of for years now.
I just have this hole inside of me. This feeling like I don’t fit it. Normal life I find challenging. Fitting in with people who don’t have this past I just can’t seem to manage. I find people reject me and this is very painful for me.
Im good at masking it for a while but then the weight of the past often catches up with me. I just seem to fold life hard and people challenging and end up withdrawing. When I’ve talked about things in the past to people I find they often don’t really care so withdrawing feels like the best thing to do. I also find myself getting so jealous of others who have nice supportive families and nice lives. Like what is it about me, what did I do so wrong..