I feel like I wrote this, only I couldn’t have because I’m not able to express myself this well. I grew up very non-traditionally and it required that I have a tougher composition than other children. The relationship I had that made me realize I needed to “back away in order to survive” was really tough…and stupid, I can never logically see why I ever did that to myself looking back on it. I never knew happy crying until I had a child, he’s 3 now, and its unlocked feelings I would never guessed I was capable of. Now my goal is to raise an emotionally intelligent child who isn't forced to bury his feelings the way that I did for survival.