My traumatizing Existence

Right now, in my adult life, I’m discovering just how much my childhood was traumatic, and my early adulthood in my 20s when the crazy things went down. I was doing bad things, like drinking, and driving. I am not driving right now, period, only because of Mr. hernia taking over my life. I feel too tired to drive anyway. So I’m not driving, period. If my family can’t understand that, well, then whatever, I’m not going to bother explaining myself to them. I’m traumatized from my thirties too. I was in a toxic relationship that I ended at 36 because I was like, life is too short to continue to expose myself to trauma. In the end, I said, I decline to put up with this anymore.