Whenever I hear the words "childhood trauma", the things that come to mind were always physical abuse or sexual abuse. However, upon doing some research, I've found that little events or experiences one has during childhood can accumulate and result to a bigger trauma that can affect a child as they reach adulthood. This was what I experienced as a child. As far as I can remember, my parents always fought. I was the youngest of seven siblings and at that point in the relationship of my parents, everything was already going downhill. My father had his own demons that he had to deal with and this resulted to our family moving from one place to another. He never had a steady job and money was very scarce while I was growing up. Because of this, my mother had to work and provide for me and my siblings. Some of my older siblings had to work too to generate more income for the family that my father should have provided. However, as a child, none of these things made sense to me
Wow. It has been more than a year since my pilot post and I got so busy with my new work, which I celebrated my first anniversary back in July and with all the coronavirus thing going on, life just go so busy. Anyway, in quarantine, which we are still in now, my anxiety has been on high for so many times that I got to the point of almost breaking down. Here I am again, trying my hardest as I battle with it. Some days I'm winning, while some days, I'm not. Life gets hard sometimes, but I guess that's part of what makes us humans. The battle goes on.