[ SECRET POST #2431 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2431 ⌋

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Comments

sort of know what you mean

[(Anonymous)]

Okay so full disclosure: I'e gone through some really bad stuff in my life. I'e been hurt a lot, I'e seen others hurt a lot, I grew up without regular water, food, or electricity

I would say that it also shaped me, in that I lean toward jobs and callings in life that put me in risk and protect others. In a lot of ways, I would feel miserable if I weren't in a life that I didn't somehow feel like I was risking my health and life for something. So I pursue jobs in life that I feel would equate the experiences I had that shaped me.

I am not used to the idea of safeness. I feel like because I grew up in pain and toil, this has shaped me for the rest of my life. Home= danger, stress, and pain. I seek familiarity, where others see risk.

I also feel like other people wouldn't understand me; I feel like it's set me apart from what they see and understand. But sometimes I also feel estranged, lonely and unable to reach out, because what I am and what I hae done is so far apart from others' experience that it makes me something pitiful or monstrous.