Just got home from group. We did a little project, art project of course, about an obstacle in our lives and overcoming it
Mine was about how my life seemed good until my parents died. Even though I was sexually abused by my brother when I was younger. I didn’t really think about that until I was 18.
The day my Dad died changed my world. It only got worse when my mother died. Both of them gone while I was still in high school.
That was the time when I ceased growing.
Looking, yearning for love.