The one and only thing in life that we all own completely and uniquely is our person. We grow, we learn, we live, we laugh, we cry, we mourn, we rejoice…and through it all, we each become a unique human being. We have faults, we have promise, we have talents, we have shortcomings and we make mistakes.
I am – nor ever have been – any different.
Everyone handles things differently. I strive to learn from and improve the negatives, look for the positive, avoid past mistakes, love and live and learn.
I do my best to be a good and honest person, wishing to never hurt anyone, to help people in need when I can and to live a simple, productive life. Like most people, I’ve been far from perfect. I’ve tripped, stumbled, made stupid mistakes; but, the errors were mine and mine alone. I dealt with the repercussions of my own actions. I took responsibility for my mistakes and learned from them.
I never bother anyone. I stay busy minding and tending to my own business.
Family was always the center of my life. I was surrounded by their goodness and respect, which I feel I did a good job giving back, once the mistakes of youth had passed. I am on the shy side until I get to know someone. I revere my right to privacy, never needed a huge social circle to validate my existence and was taught not to be nosy, pushy, confrontational or domineering and to never gossip.
And I most certainly had never had exposure to an evil sociopath.
Nothing I have accomplished prior matters any longer. All that now matters is survival. Sharing my story and putting it out there for all to read, is one way I hope to help abate this ever-growing, insufferable, life-altering experience that is equally as damaging to adults as it is to children.
Having said all that, I would also like to add that not only can one survive this gross injustice, one can also become much stronger in practicing perseverance and fortitude. You can learn just how much self-restraint and inner strength you have.
It is not easy to make a wrong work for you, but you can.