Adult child Diary

Perfectionist, rageful, codependent, with signature turbulent relationship, a wounded self perception, not to mention queen of isolation as well as dissociation.. these aren’t qualities anyone would be enthused to have up on a resume, especially not on a dating profile! Yet that’s exactly how I turned out growing up in a dysfunctional family. Then I had one of two choices; to either continue grappling at the throes of gloom, allowing the fate I’ve been dealt grind me down, or have the courage to work through my childhood trauma, learn to relax, relate and recuperate the lost beauty of feeling alive. I choose later. And now I get to go on this awe striking adventure with you.

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From the blog

  • Blind Spot
    It may even be assumed that just as the unconscious affects us, so the increase in our consciousness affect the unconscious Carl G. Jung It’s end of academic year, we go to pick my report card for senior two and results showed I was the eleventh out of seventy something students, “great” I thought, but […]
  • Happy?
    I used to wonder why Why they could never be happy I used to close my eyes and pray For a whole ‘nother family Where everything was fine One that felt like mine I swore I’ll never be like them But I was just a kid back then The older I get The more that […]
  • The guide
    We said, “Go down from it, all of you. And when guidance comes to you from me, whoever follows my guidance – there shall be no fear concerning them, nor will they grieve. Quran 2:38 Disclaimer: based on a Muslim perspective The foundation of my healing is abiding to the covenant of Allah to the […]