365 Days of Bullying and Internet Trolling ****TRIGGER WARNING****

365 Days of Bullying and Internet Trolling

My mother and two older sisters trained me to be a victim and a bully. 

Their constant cruelty, punishments, belittling me, mocking me, and nitpicking me to death injured my soul and almost killed me twice.
With never any kind words from them, I struggled to deal with the fury raging inside me that fueled my acting out and abusive behavior in school and later on in my life.
 Drowning in miserable self-loathing and desperate for relief any way I could get, I degraded myself by bullying and trolling others, in person and online. My merciless ritual mirrored what I learned at home. My mother and two older sister’s cruelty impaired my ability to speak out about the horrors hidden from the outside world. They were my blood family but their behavior revealed their inhuman depravity. With decades of torture and abuse repressed and locked up inside my head, I vented in the only way I could: covertly.
My victims haunt me. I am gathering my resources to do everything in my power to locate them to apologize for my horrid behavior.
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365 Days of Increasing Mental Illness Awareness ****TRIGGER WARNING****

365 Days of Mental Illness Awareness


When I found out in 1990 that I had Clinical Depression, it flabbergasted me!

How could that be? I was always upbeat and cheerful! It had to be a mistake.

It wasn’t. And you know what? There are millions just like me.

As time went on and I learned more about my mental illness, I saw how it came about. 

It began in my childhood.

I was, and still am, estranged from my family and doubted they would enter therapy with me, even though my oldest sister is a therapist.

They raised me to believe everything was my fault, and they did nothing wrong.

So, how could I get better? How could I resolve long-standing family issues without them being involved?

I’ll tell you how: I focus on what is within my power, my responsibility, my behavior. I keep my side of the street clean and let others take care of what is theirs to manage.

And by holding my head high, facing and accepting the issues that fueled my depression, resolving them and sending them back to hell where they belong.

I practice that every day and will for the rest of my life.