I am 58 years old. Started my journey in 1987. Today I am still dealing with the rage. I am incensed that I was not loved nor cared for. My foster parents, I hope, are suffering as they have made me suffer. Forgiveness is not even remotely thought of. I have wayyyyy too much anger. They made my life a living hell. Where do I start to love me again. I am in the process but the process of undoing all the lies is a very hard process. I get triggered so often just in living. I am tired, but, I will survive. I am a phoenix rising from the ashes. I will survive and you bastards will pay by God judging you. It is out of my hands.
I am worth every tear I have cried for Little Jeanette.