Something I don't talk about to anyone. But hopefully it may help someone going through some shit.
I haven't seen my mom for 14 years, since I was 10 years old. She was pregnant at the time she left with my sister that she gave up for adaption, I have never seen her or had contact with her.
My dad committed suicide when I was 18 years old. He hung himself. He was an abusive alcoholic so I was never really close with him and I didn't want anything to do with him.
A lot of my life is based around the idea of how not to be like my father.
I'm an observer, I'm quiet, I listen, I'm aware of a lot of shit. I'm thankful I've experienced the shit that I have. All I post is positive shit. Here's vulnerability.