My Personal Journey with Abandoment

I was the child who was never meant to be, the one who felt overlooked and unheard. I was surrounded by supposed role models, yet often left out of various activities. I found solace in the company of other people's parents and i was that child where i wanted someone to love me , to notice the spark within me that was yearning to shine. I grew up in a world where I felt invisible, yet I held onto the hope that someday, someone would see my worth. Despite the loneliness,

I was that teenager who fell through the cracks, the one searching for love in the wrong places. I turned to addictions and lived without caring much. I was the teenager who contemplated ending her life, who drank to the bottom of the bottle. I was that teenager longing for someone to love me.But despite the darkness, there was a flicker of hope that refused to be extinguished. Deep down, I knew there was more to life than the pain and chaos I was experiencing. I began to realize that my worth was not defined by the mistakes of my past or the approval of others. Slowly, I started seeking healthier ways to cope, reaching out for support from those who could help me heal.

As I moved nto adulthood, no matter how hard I tried to hold onto people, they always seemed to leave me. It wasn't until my forties that I really understood the concept of abandonment, recognizing what it looks like and how long I had been experiencing it while bearing that heavy burden.I began to see patterns in my relationships, how the fear of being left behind often led me to compromise my own needs and desires, just to keep others from leaving. It was a painful cycle, one that took years to acknowledge and even longer to break. Understanding abandonment meant facing the ghosts of my past and reconciling with the loneliness that had shadowed my life.

But this realization also marked the beginning of healingI as istarted to see abandonment not as a reflection of my worth, but as an opportunity to cultivate a deeper relationship with myself. I learned to find strength in solitude, to nurture my own dreams, and to stand firm in my identity without relying on the presence of others to validate my existence.

I learned early on that I could only depend on myself. I realized that my parents would not recognize my achievements or offer support. I discovered that my siblings were preferred over me, and that men often walk away. I figured out how to navigate motherhood through the experiences of others and my own mistakes. Ultimately, I understood that it was me against the world. Yet, in this realization, I found an unexpected strength. I became my own advocate, learning to celebrate my successes and embrace my failures as opportunities for growth. I found resilience, turning obstacles into stepping stones, and discovered the power of self-reliance. I learned to trust my instincts, to find happiness in the little things, and to build a life that reflected my values and aspirations.

Motherhood became a journey of empowerment as I forged my own path, teaching my children the importance of self-love, perseverance, and kindness. I surrounded myself with a chosen family, friends who guided me and offered the support I had once longed for. Through these connections, I found healing and a sense of belonging.

I began to redefine what it meant to live fully and authentically, embracing my story. Despite the challenges, I was determined to create a life filled with purpose, love, and laughter. It was no longer me against the world, but me embracing the world with open arms, ready to face each new day with courage and hope.