It was a difficult realization to make. I'd spent my entire life being put down by everyone else, my peers, my bullies, my teachers, my counselors, the many quack therapists my parents sent me to, my own parents, literally everyone, except maybe my brothers, though they were only passively non-contributing to the onslaught, and my grandfather, who has passed away, and who I only saw once a year, anyway. People had it ingrained in my mind that I was a bad person, I was constantly doing wrong, and that I was flawed beyond redemption and it was my fault. Even after realizing how conniving everyone truly is and how I've been constantly lied to my entire life, not just about my worth as a human being, but literally everything, it was difficult for me to overcome the programming.
And I'm still not even done yet, but I am coming around. The damage that had been done to me sank very deep to my soul.
