The one thing I hate that my mom has ingrained into me is the saying “someone’s had it worse” I hate that phrase. I catch myself saying it all the time. If every time something happens to you, you say that, you’ll never process it properly. At least that’s how it’s been with me. The abuse I’ve been through, the trauma, everything, it’s been pushed aside by one simple phrase. Yes, it’s important to acknowledge the misfortune of others but it’s also important to do the same for yourself.
I’ve pushed everything down to a point all of those horrible things feel normal. It only phases me when I tell other people, the way they react reminds me that I have a right to call myself a victim, that even though I might be lucky now doesn’t mean I can’t mourn over a stolen childhood. It doesn’t mean I can’t be upset. I just can’t let it rule me.