Untangling the parental effect

For the majority of my life (at least 32 years or so), I lived a life that I thought I wanted. It was only when I started to feel unhappy about my life and question why I felt like that, that I began to realise that the life that I thought I wanted was actually a life that my parents had painted for me instead of me actually figuring out who I was. It was huge for me to make the conscious choice to step away from the religion that I had grown up in and actually begin to take responsibility for what I wanted to do…. and let’s just say that when I announced this to my parents, they were not happy with me. In fact, the way we dealt with it was not to speak about it at all and pretend everything was ok, with the occasional passive…

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