When we did Maudsley family therapy I cried and yelled and threw fits. I left my parents home and refused to speak to them: I tore the family apart. I did many horrible things.... But what I'm trying to accept is that I was a child under the influence of some pretty horrible people. I was a child. Children need help to make the right decisions. I didn't have any help.
I know I need to forgive myself, there is an enormous weight on my shoulders. I feel dirty and ruined, broken, irreparable. I have little patience for myself when I do make mistakes. I feel like a failure most of the time. It's hard feeling this way.
I need to forgive myself. But I don't know how. All I can say to comfort myself right now is that I was a child, and I would never out this kind of pressure on a child I knew. My parents have to take ownership of the fact that they didn't protect me. I want to save them, but I can't. Need to move forward.
Sorry for rambling. Just a lot on my mind.
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