I’m going to be dog piled for this comment but have a preemptive “fly off” for your contrarian opinion.

I didn’t ask to be born and yet I was. My father made his life mission to screw mine. Turned me into a very angry and authority distrusting individual. My mother died when I was young.

Could have turned to crime, drugs, despair, anything else. Instead opted to find a way to manage all that anger. It’s a life consuming task.

Found a way to disconnect myself of the cause of my misery. Found people I could relate too. Found someone to love. Created my own family.

Is it hard? Yes, it is. It’s tiresome. It’s a never ending struggle. Sometimes I want to sit down and cry. Cry myself to numbness, until I faint. But I don’t. I’m here, so the world has to deal with me.