My journey with an unknown destination (quick read, spontaneous/impulsive write)
I am Lica and I have been enlightened since very little (as I feel we all have been but then start to forget because we are ātrainedā how to be humans). But the difference is that I stayed highly aware, I never forgot. Therefore, I always felt out of place, black sheep, call it whatever you want. I was born in an extremely dysfunctional family, chaotic environment. I experienced abuse of all sorts, to the point that became the ānormalā for me. Since very little I felt it was my responsibility to heal my family. Yeah, I had the saviour complex since before I even started to speak. My father was an alcoholic who didnāt go to school, he didnāt know how to read or write. The alcoholism and no education ran in the family. But he was a good man when he was not under the influence. He was a victim. My mother has endured extreme abuse, especially physical. Therefore her dementia and other severe mental illnesses (she has never been diagnosed or treated properly). So having all this, when I was about 6-7, I started to be the parent of my parents. I have never been protected the way a child needs to. I have never been loved any human needs to be loved. For many years of my life I suffered tremendously in all the possible ways - having suicidal thoughts since very young (6-7 y.o), punishing myself, developed high functional depression, extreme social anxiety, distorted body image, self hatred, physical, emotional and verbal abuse daily (that was the normal). And the most tough was that my family was not only dysfunctional but also extremely poor. So during my early years I worked very very hard to have the bare minimum. I know what hunger is, I know what is like to feel cold during the winter and having little to nothing in general. My father passed away in 2014, before my important exams at school. From that point on I was no longer as focused in school. Everything changed. Depression started to deepen, especially because I never thought my dad would pass away fairly young. Highschool was masking my depression, I did not do very well. Only the last two years I started to shift a bit. At home it was chaos, I wanted to drop out, but I was patient till the end.