Not Every Wound Needs an Identity
As a person who grew up with her grandparents rather than her actual parents, the way I see the world and how to act accordingly is kinda different. But it doesn’t mean I am that special. I was a special grandchild to my grandparents; when they were gone, the specialness of me went with them. It took almost a year for my psychologist to finally give me her first diagnosis, back in mid-2012. Two to three times a week, we sat down and unpacked everything that had been lying underneath my skin and was still actively taking part in my subconscious. The second diagnosis came three years after the first, and the third diagnosis came four years after the second. It all came from what she called the “core tree.” The first diagnosis is the tree, and the last two diagnoses are the branches. My head still hurts every time I remember that moment and try to place it neatly in chronological order, as if understanding could somehow make it lighter. And it took me almost fourteen years to final...
