recoveringeldestsupportdaughter
recoveringeldestsupportdaughter
🥀I’m Azazel🥀
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I am a recovering eldest support daughter of my mother’s, mentally abused since I was basically born. This is my journey to find who I really am, not to be my mother’s scapegoat.
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To those having flashbacks/memories
It is not happening at this moment.
You are safe.
It will be okay.
You can get through this.
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It is not and never was your responsibility to “fix” your parents.
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The trauma you’ve experienced can never take your worth away from you.
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The trauma you’ve experienced can never take your worth away from you.
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In Mourning
My Mom died when I was 18, a few months before I graduated High School.
My Mom who was my favorite person in the entire world and my biggest supporter.
My Mom who I would’ve given the world if she asked it of me.
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The Mom I defended and protected time and time again.
My Mom who would’ve never dreamed of breaking my heart or stabbing me in the back.
My Mom died the night she called me a liar and continued to treat me as such.
I miss my Mom dearly, the mother she is now is not my Mom anymore.
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Something I already knew, but wasn’t ready to admit…
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Shame on you.
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I don’t know where to even begin…
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So dramatic…
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I was born to one and conditioned to love her no matter the price it took on my mental health and self worth.
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My loyalty stands with my siblings, I will never leave them. Even if I have to just smile through my broken heart.
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Because the knife in my back is still there…
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I could do it for someone else, I don’t know how to forgive my own mother…
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