

We were taught hate and told it was love. We were betrayed by the people who were supposed to care for us.
I have to consciously remind myself that my parents were wrong to hurt me. You and I deserve better than what we have been given. Children do not choose to be abused.
How do you personally define love?
My favorite way to think of it currently is as a force, like gravity. It draws people together, even if the result is not good for them. We evolved empathy and compassion for good reason, they help us survive. But they can also be taken advantage of. So it naturally feels scary to make ourselves vulnerable in sharing honest love, and it is worth remembering that we should not give away more than we are willing to lose.
I wish I knew how to help you. I am glad to see so many supportive comments here. Your pain is as unique as you are, but you are not alone.






Despite my abuse, I was lucky to have very good friends at school. They supported me in ways my parents never did. They helped me be a better person, and to enjoy life even though I was being mistreated at home. We played together, we made things; stick figure comics, lego sets, stories and games. They helped me feel like I mattered, like I deserved happiness.
Our family moved away. I tried to make new friends, but it wasn’t the same. When my life fell apart, no one supported me. I am saddened that the relationships I thought we were building together for our whole lives turned out to mean much less to them. I am worth more than that, but it’s easier to say than to feel. When enough people consistently treat me like I am worthless, it is difficult not to internalize that idea.
I have been lucky again to find people online. I hesitate to call them “friends” because I’m scared of getting hurt again. I’m scared of getting too close to anyone. But we talk, we play games, we share music, we listen to each other’s problems, we support each other. They tell me that I matter, and I try to believe them. They matter, too. They have already made a positive difference in my life.
I think you are on a journey of discovering who you can be. It is difficult to let go of who we were. How do we make something new out of nothing? I’m still trying to find out myself.
I did not invent the idea of turning pain into love. Kimya Dawson probably didn’t, either, but I heard it in her song “Fire” and it stuck with me.
https://youtu.be/C6mbnb4YcwM
Sorry if it’s not your thing, or if I rambled too much. I don’t know how to help you, but I can share what has helped me.