My earliest memory was just as a kid. i was young (like 4) and i had just gotten hurt so of course im running to my mom for help as i had just gotten my finger crushed by a rock and almost broke windows with my screams. i ran to my mother only to see her in the bathtub hurting herself. i was a child so i didn't understand at the time. i had spent years before knowing what she was doing. my mother had and still does have a lot of control over me because of her personality, having constantly threatened me and many times threatened to put me in a mental hospital.
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Trauma
Non-Fictionthis is just to get this out of my mind and so others know why i am who i am to this day. sorry for the bad grammar and spelling in advance as im not that good at it.
