I grew up in a home where yelling was normal, where silence was a punishment, and where love always felt like something I had to earn. I didn’t know anything different, so I assumed that’s just how life was.
It was only when I saw my friend’s family that I realized not every home feels like walking on eggshells. But even then, I told myself, “Maybe I’m just too sensitive.” It took me years to understand that what I felt was real. That I wasn’t just “overthinking” or “being dramatic.” And that healing wasn’t about blaming, but about unlearning.
I’m still figuring things out, but at least now, I know I deserve peace.