I’m not surprised by anything I’ve heard thus far, not the new schizoaffective diagnosis nor the severe childhood trauma.
There is one last diagnosis I think that a good psychologist should be able to pick up: DID.
I’m sorry you went through that. I will always wish the best for you, and that you get the help you need. I know you will go on to live the brilliant life you are so capable of. You deserve to heal.
But I wish I had been there to whisk you away. To soothe the fears and hush away the tortures. Wish I’d been there to tell you I loved you, and that you’re safe now. That I’d never let anything happen to you.
I don’t want you to go back home in a way. I feel angry, and I’m also angry as burning hell at your parents. They continuously fail at their ONE job to protect you.
I wish I had been strong enough to see you through this.
I just feel it. Like you’ll be my one regret in life…
And because of that, I’ll likely spend the rest of my life making up for it. I promise I’ll become the person I couldn’t be for you.
