I was taken by the courts from JW mum in 1973/74 aged approx 7 due to many factors - she lost custody ultimately because of the blood stance.
I’m 56 now and after a huge effort to survive life - it’s been chaos. I’m only just seeing the distortions from the terrifying conditioning I received in the build up to 75. I feel I’m waking up to a life never lived. Pouring every scrap of kindness and compassion into a weary being, wracked by guilt, shame and a broken sense of self. I only recently (in the last couple of years when suffering became too much) realised I’ve lived between worlds, isolated. Never being or feeling like a ‘normal person’ and the sudden inner spiritual transformation I’ve worked towards of becoming a divine world saver, still hasn’t come.
I have moments of feeling the healing is nearly done only to be hit with a sense of it having not even started.
I was meant to never get old and never die. Yet my inner child has a beard and is exhausted. I’ve got a dog not a lion….
The post about healing responsibility above touched me - I hope there is still time for me to be the me I never knew. He, would be lovely, I’m sure.