I’m Sorry but I’m Depressed

Somewhere between the verbal abuse you threw at me and the self hate I grew into, I became depressed.

When I was 8 you took me on an adventure. The kind that sets a stage for the rest of your life. Two years on a boat around the world. You took me from my friends and my family and my world. Which I understand. You wanted me to grow, you wanted to adventure. I did grow. Quietly. And then I learned to hate. Somewhere in there you made you the priority and my thoughts useless. So I stopped speaking them. I understand and I understood then that you loved me and wanted me to grow.

But now I am hurt. And I don’t know who I am.