Earlier today, I found the following quote quite by chance, but it hit me very, very hard. 

Thanks to abuse and neglect beginning in infancy, I want to feel this more than anything in the world but know I will never have it.


"And he cries and cries, cries for everything he has been, for everything he might have been, for every old hurt, for every old happiness, cries for the shame and joy of finally getting to be a child, with all of a child's whims and wants and insecurities, for the privilege of behaving badly and being forgiven, for the luxury of tenderness, of fondness, of being served a meal and being made to eat it, for the ability, at last, at last, of believing a parent's reassurances, of believing that to someone he is special despite all his mistakes and hatefulness, because of all his mistakes and hatefulness."

Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life



Do you relate? How do you cope with knowing you will never be loved the only way you truly need and want?