Every Life Has A Journey

My family didn’t want me when I was born. I was an inconvenience to them, and they made that clear from the day I was born. I was given away to a family that I couldn’t understand.

They were demanding and never satisfied. I just wanted a dad and mom in my life – someone who would love me unconditionally. I craved the stability and strength that I saw in other families, but I did not mean it for me.

I was always an outsider, looking in on what I could never have. It’s been a hard life, but I’m grateful for the lessons I’ve learned along the way.

I never had a family to show me the affection I needed when I was younger. I always saw other families, and I just wanted one of my own.

Having a family did not allow me to experience the joy, laughter, and smiles that come with it. I don’t know why this all occurred. I just wanted someone to love me that gave me my life.

Yeah, that’s right. When I look at all the people who have a family and someone that sticks by their side, I look down and tears run down my eyes.

I feel like it’s my fault that my mom and dad left me when I was born. But deep down, I know I just wanted them to be in my life and show me the affection I needed.

I always wonder why they had to leave me. I wish they would come back and start to believe in me. I just wanted a dad and mom in my life, because I feel it’s right.

I love them both from the bottom of my heart, even though I never knew them from the very first start. That’s why we are so far apart. When things in my life start to happen, I wonder how different things would be if they were here with me.

I know they would be proud of the person I’ve become, and I know I would be able to rely on them for support and guidance. Even though they’re not here with me physically, I carry them with me in my heart.

I was in foster care for a while when I was younger. I always wished that I had a dad and mom who could be there for me and love me.

They would be proud of the person I’ve become if they could see me now. I’m successful and I’ve made something of myself. I know they would be proud to see how far I’ve come.

Therefore I keep going on, holding up this fight, but it does hurt sometimes when I go to sleep at night.

All I have to do now is keep the faith, believe in myself, and keep doing what is right. That’s all I can do. And I know that eventually, things will work out for me.

Client confidentiality is always one of my number one priorities. However, I came across a letter while cleaning out my files from one of my clients twenty years ago that I would like to share.

The story has, of course, been altered to respect clients’ confidentiality. This client had been dealing with anxiety and self-esteem issues for most of her life when she came to see me.

After several months of therapy, she made significant progress in managing her anxiety and felt better about herself.

She was so happy with the progress she had made that she wrote me a letter expressing her gratitude. It was one of the most memorable letters I have ever received.

It is clients like this that remind me why I love what I do.

It brought tears to my eyes. To be an orphan is to have little sense of home, family, or feeling safe in a hostile world.

An orphan often feels betrayed by loved ones and my life. Feeling alone and lonely are often a well-known companion to one who has been orphaned.

For anyone who has grown up in a dysfunctional family, it can be hard to come to terms with the fact that your parents are not like the ones you see on TV.

You try to see the best in them, even when they’re yelling or hitting you. It’s hard to accept that sometimes we feel more like an orphan than a child with parents.

The novel The First Day Of Spring is a heartrending view into what children try and tell themselves to cope with neglectful, selfish parents. (This book made me cry so I warn you; it is worth it though.)

Adulthood can sometimes feel like being orphaned, even though our parents are still alive. We may have to move out of the family home and establish our own lives, which can be an arduous process.

If we’ve grown up in a dysfunctional family, it can be even harder to break free of the patterns of behavior that we’ve learned. We may find ourselves repeatedly disappointed and hurt by our parents, even though we’re now old enough to view them more objectively.

It’s difficult to take ourselves out of these situations, but it’s important to do what we can to protect our own emotional well-being.

Sometimes this means deciding to distance ourselves from our parents, at least for a while. It’s not a straightforward thing, but it is important for your mental and emotional health.

Hang in there! You are not alone.

Nancy Duarte

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