#actuallyestranged

Someone tell that teen girl running away from her broken home that she might run away from the next set of arms that will take her. When she leaves that new broken “safe” place please tell her she isnt the common denominator of all the chaos in her life, she feels that way all the time. Let her mourn the life she never had. Hold her in her grief. One day she will see the life she gave herself the opportunity to have and thank you.

When i was a runaway teenager with active (c)ptsd that lived in an alternative family situation (guardianship) i felt totally different from “normal” people. Naturally. Just completely foreign and alien, unable to relate to others. One scenario that I always dreaded was meeting new people and knowing eventually they would ask me some sort of question that would either force me to lie or reveal that part of myself to them. Its been so many years and I’ve met so many people now and I never think about it like that anymore.