How the hell do I unload emotional baggage.? I am tired, done in, had enough of it all. I am aware it’s unhealthy. Carrying a heavy emotional backpack brings negative consequences. One study shows that having emotional baggage stops you from creating a positive lifestyle change. According to the study”behavioral change can seem difficult to perform, as psychological distress from lifes baggage can influence the ability to move forward.” How can I help myself without the right support? I have had my fair share of unnecessary stress and anxiety. I want to be accepted and loved. instead, I am mentally abused. I woke up when I was just 18 months old to find my teenage mother gone from my life forever. My grandmother raised me. She did her best. My aunty and grandfather destroyed my entire childhood, they physically and mentally abused me. I was around 8 years old when my aunty punched me in the face, I shouted that it didn’t hurt, she charged at me like an angry animal she hit me so hard it knocked me off my feet. She wouldn’t let her children play with me, she said I was a bad influence. My grandfather was always calling me a bastard and telling me how much he hated me while praising my cousins. At school the head teacher caned me until my fingers were blistered and sore. She would hit me after assembly straight after singing the last hymn, none of the children laughed. Back then no one knew about attachment disorders but they all knew I didn’t have a mum. My teacher was an atractive woman she sang in the church choir and claimed to be religious. I never once told my grandmother about the beatings, I knew she couldn’t have done anything, she had enough putting up with my violent grandfather. I suffered mental, physical and sexual abuse all through my life. I really want to forget it all and move forward, but they torment me in my dreams. I have tried praying, nothing helps, however I have always had self-respect and self -love. I gather none of it was my fault. I am unfortunate to have met bad people along life’s journey, most of them are my family and those who are paid and trained to look after me. I don’t knock social workers, but my welfare officer would sit and banter with my abusive grandfather while my grandmother and I cried. He could have taken me to the safety of the newly built children’s home. I so want to forgive my abusers because I certainly want to have peace of mind and not think about vile spiteful people anymore. By Dorothy Maude
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