Overcoming Labels

When I was 4 my mentally disturbed mother reminded me on a daily basis that I wasn’t planned, that I was ‘a mistake,’ that I came when the marriage was bad.

I lived my life as a mistake, because of a belief— a label that was not mine to bear but was given to me against my will when I was very young.

In my teen and adult life I tried to cancel myself out ,erase myself so there would be no record of me. Risky behavior and living on the edge seemed normal to me because I was a mistake anyway, a roll of the dice, so why did it matter. Drugs alcohol and overdoses that should have killed me, came with the territory. But I’m still here. I became a Registered Nurse and practiced for 30 years.

Please don’t ever label anyone. It makes things so much more difficult for them. It changes who they are.