As I sit and stare blankly at my phone the phrase “who am I” goes around and around in my mind. It all makes sense now, the way I use to act out as a child from the abuse and trauma wasn’t just me being a naughty child I had issues and no one wanted to help me, they just thought I wanted attention but all I wanted was to be understood. I always felt lonely even as a child and when I had friends and stuff I always just felt like an outsider almost and I just wanted to feel “normal. I wanted to feel loved I wanted to feel whole. And I don’t think I ever will.