Just "Get Over It"
How many times in my life did I hear those words? Usually attached to some depressive episode. Those words always drove me deeper inside myself, deeper into depression and triggered months of 'circular thinking' well known to those of us with PTSD and related depression. I grew up in a home where I was constantly reminded that I was not fitting in, not what was expected and not only unlikeable but probably unloveable as well. The verbal abuse grew physical but it was many, many years before I realized this was not the way every home was. I grew up loving people who were incapable of really loving me back. And that continues to this day; which is why I have turned my back on any other relationship -- ever. I took beatings at school and had no friends until I was about 17. I was shunned by just about everyone. My Drama teacher took me under his wing and slowly but surely tried to give me some self-esteem. I only had it when I was performing, though. My high school senior ...