I was born into a nightmare.
A nightmare that was filled with a tremendous amount of abusive craziness, a repressive and abusive religion (thanks, Jehovah’s Witnesses, or JWs, as I call them), poverty, addiction, and a complete lack of emotional fitness and intelligence by any of my caregivers or people around me.
When I could consciously begin to make my own decisions, around age seven or eight (as is the case for all humans when we shift out of theta state and into our conscious mind), I carried the nightmare forward—it was all I knew.
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