I’m starting to realize how deeply my childhood shaped me… and I don’t know what to do with that I’ve been sitting with this uncomfortable realization lately: I was hurt in ways that shaped me deeply… and I’m still dealing with the consequences. And I don’t mean that in a dramatic way. I mean in the most practical, everyday sense. The way I react to things. The way I handle conflict. The way I see myself. The way I make decisions in life. The way I spiral, avoid, overthink, or shut down. It all feels connected. For a long time, I forced myself into this “take full accountability” mindset. Like, don’t blame anyone, just fix yourself. And while I get the importance of that, I think I also used it to suppress a lot of very real pain. Because the truth is—what I grew up in did affect me. A lot. And now I feel stuck On one hand, I want to say: “This wasn’t my fault. I didn’t choose this. I adapted to survive.” I don’t want my trauma to become my identity. But I also don’t want to pretend it didn’t shape me.…