• helmet91@lemmy.world
    411·
    3 days ago

    Ever since I got my own place, I’m significantly less stressed. So much, that my health condition pretty much got back to normal after living with a colon disease (AND my mom) for a long time.

    Folks, do not underestimate the power of stress.

  • Retro_unlimited@lemmy.world
    331·
    3 days ago

    That’s exactly what I just did. I’m living in my car with my wife and pet cat. We are traveling and looking for land.

    I had a family member that did not live in my house, but felt they were entitled to control EVERYTHING.

    I was insulted, misunderstood, manipulated, lied to, etc. it’s like everything I did was wrong according to this person. Then things got worse as they were lying to other family members.

    By leaving they no longer had control over me or my life. They no longer have ammunition for this lies against me.

    We are free!

  • ABCDE@lemmy.world
    18·
    3 days ago

    Still treated like a child after cutting them off for a decade, blamed for making my own choices.

  • Boomkop3@reddthat.com
    8·
    3 days ago

    It took a long time for my body to also get the news that I was safe, but I can recommend making sure they cannot reach unless you explicitly allow them to

  • Call me Lenny/Leni@lemm.eeEnglish
    9·
    3 days ago

    I didn’t know my family was toxic until the death of my mother, who I figure was either keeping a family with a lot of potential for division from breaking apart, or, through her death, caused the family to crack when emotions surrounding her death were at their worst. My six older siblings, who are technically a different family because they were adopted by our adoptive father (also deceased) while I was adopted by my adoptive mother (who married said adoptive father in year two of my childhood, making them my step-siblings, though they’re all also my full birth siblings, but that is an afterthought in a way), ended up forming a peer pressure pact which forced them all to not like me, manifesting as failing to frame me (possibly not planned) before ghosting me entirely, though ironically their foster kids still talk to me as they’re young and plentiful.