I decided that I should probably give some sort of updated. As much as telling a bit of my story and getting it off my chest helped. It also sent me into a very intense tailspin. Telling the story, even with very little detail, sent memories that I didn’t realize I had flooding into my brain and I don’t know how to deal with them. I also happened to cross paths with my mother for the first time in two years yesterday evening. She told me she loved me but neither of us mentioned anything about the childhood she made me endure. She also told me that my father and my older siblings miss me and invited me to christmas… I don’t know how to take that and i don’t know how im supposed to approach it.