My journey through self-therapy to mend my broken mind. The Beginning.
Heelo ^-^ I am the many of nu and this is my journey through self-therapy to mend my broken mind. I guess I have always been breakable? There has always been something wrong with me? Maybe I never learned to be kind to myself? Sounds more depressing than it actually is, I assure you :p Something happened during my twenties. I let another person stab me where I was vulnerable and now I am scarred for this. This scar in my mind forces me to jump to painful conclusions. I will look at people and interpret that they think I should not be allowed to exist, that I am useless. I often get anxious for not getting things done in a blink of an eye. This anxiety, I have come to understand, is learned. Learned from being repeatedly told during my early adulthood that I was unwanted, had no value, was useless and lazy, if I did not achieve things within a given schedule. No matter how Ludacris this schedule was. I want to believe in a world were every person born has value. I want to end this ...