Experience description:
15 years old.
I was very depressed for a long while.
I had been writing in my journal for months these five words "I want to go home".
it got to the point where I only wrote those five words and nothing else. I was in a sad stagnant void in my life and didn't like myself at all.
I had stopped believing in god. (my family was never religious... more spiritual)
But those five words were the only thing that I could express.... and the words themselves frustrated me because as I wrote them out day after day even I did not understand what I meant! I wondered why I was compelled to write something so futile. I did want a place that felt like home (my home felt wrong to me... lacking in unconditional love... and I felt like a guest with my father and step-mother)... but I couldn't fathom where or what home was... or if I could I couldn't see how I could access one (a real home where I felt loved and even celebrated for just being myself).
Read the full testimony: Anda's Experience
NOTE: I am reposting this testimony here because I know EXACTLY what she felt, I mean exactly. This place is not our home.
2018-12-27 [P-B]
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