I’ll never forget the day, as a 15 year old, that I told my family I hated them and I wanted to get a gun and shoot them all. I wanted to die and I wanted to take everyone with me. Carrying remnants of a war between families that dated back to the early settlers
I’ve just now realized that the whole 9 months mum spent carrying me were probably spent numb and not wanting to connect just in case the same thing happened again. You see, my mum experienced 9 stillbirths and miscarriages before she had me. She had to grieve that many babies before I arrived. Womb trauma.
Do you have memories from when you were younger?