To echo a phrase, life gets better.
The effects of these events were traumatic to me. They compounded already existing conditions; social phobias, hypervigilance and night terrors were all magnified. Self contempt was thrown into overdrive.
The severity was compounded by secrecy. I was able to conceal most in a veil of anger. Eventually that trick frayed and within a number of years I could barely function. But that isn’t the authentic person most of you know.
Trauma doesn’t need to become a prison. If you are struggling, please allow yourself to get help. Pretend you are worth it, you will come to know you are. Pretend you can change, until you do. Above all, don’t let it steal your dreams.