I feel abandoned by my family. I was also mistreated in many hospitals where we were treated like cattle. Just a number on a wristband. I don't want to feel the way I do. I tried to get help. Maybe I have to accept that what happened happened. It's just that i tried to change things as they were happening then. Dad ruled the house. Dad's war stories blew away anything that was happening in my reality. He invaded my mind with WW2 and the depression stories and grandpa being sick and dying and he had no boundaries. I was whatever the family needed me to be. A punching bag, a therapist, a confidant. I was never myself truly. I am trying to find out my true self.