In a perfect world, everyone would live through stages of childhood, adolescence and adulthood. Some of us are denied that process because of circumstances beyond our control.
My parents were the same age as all my friends’ parents, so I was surrounded by older people when I was young. By the time I was 15, my Dad suffered irreparable brain damage and my Mother died of a heart attack when I was 15.
Making adult decisions at an early age seemed the natural thing for me, since I had lots of practice and my parents actually prepared me for the eventuality someday when I was very young. However, there are emotional scars that can (and did) surface later.
In my late 30’s, all the unresolved issues came pouring in, as if a dam burst in several places. Even the strongest person is not immune to the consequences of having to skip through the healthy stages of life that one should experience. Even when it is not our fault, it doesn’t take away from the unseen, and temporarily unfelt, affects.
I found through going through an honest and bold self-assessment, understanding what the issues are, and letting go of the destructive ones, are the way to heal . . . ‘Til Ya’ Make It.