Hiding Emotions 

Hiding emotions is something I know all too well. While I lived with my biological mother, I was always taught to keep my emotions to myself because they were invalid being a child’s. One of the few times I told how I felt I got told I was an inconsiderate child and my opinion was just me trying to get revenge and my trying to make my mother miserable. I didn’t truly get to tell my biological mother how I felt until this past Mother’s Day. On this day I told her that I would not wish her a happy Mother’s Day due to the fact that she never acted as my mother. I told her that I had already told the woman I’m proud to call my mom “Happy Mother’s Day.” 

Before that day I almost got the chance to tell her how I felt by reading my Impact Statement outside of the courthouse. I didn’t even get two sentences in when she said, “I don’t  have to, and I never will listen to this.” 

To this day I still haven’t been able to tell her exactly how I feel; however, I have not kept my emotions hidden. My family knows how I feel and they support my feelings and decisions. I do not hide my emotions anymore because I’ve found it to be self-destructive. Everyone on the world has emotions, and every single person has the right to share their emotions. 

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Today my story got shared on an inspirational stories page! When I saw that it got shared I cried my eyes out! Now so many people are telling me how much I’ve inspired them! I’m in he car on a trip now but as soon as I get home I’m going to make a post thanking everyone that has followed and commented. I am so thankful for everything in my life and I can’t wait to inspire more people! I love you all! 

Just a little about myself 

My name is Brooke, and I live in South Carolina. My birthday is November 14th. I have three sisters, lots of dogs, a hedgehog and a turtle. I suffered from almost seven years of sexual, physical, and verbal abuse from my step father. I’ve suffered all my life from a mentally abusive biological mother; however, at the age of 13, my step mother adopted me. I suffer with PTSD and anxiety daily. I started this blog to share my story and life with you guys. Hate will NOT be tolerated.