My publisher asked me to write some guest posts to go out to high profile blogs in the run up to Become the Best You being relaunched this week. I dutifully did so, even though time is sparse and it always takes longer than you think to write these things.
For those of you unfamiliar with my story, I’m the survivor of a dysfunctional childhood. I was abused in many directions and left home at 15 after a punch in the face. I spent the following decade in self-destruct mode; drinking too much, partying too hard and doing things I’m not very proud of right now.
Exactly ten years ago my life was literally in tatters. I was living in Cambodia, mourning the loss of my family, whom I’d become estranged from earlier in the year, slowly losing the plot. I’d written myself off and deemed that I was too fu**ed up to see a normal existence on my horizon.
When I finally hit rock bottom in 2006 I realised that it was on me change my life. I needed to make peace with what I’d been through as a kid and truly move forwards. This was never going to be a possibility with my family in my life, and I stand by my decision to cut ties. I know it was the best thing I ever did.
I genuinely do not hold grudges, and have no animosity towards them. Those that have read my book will know that I don’t bad mouth them at all. I understand why they were the way they were, but I also know there isn’t a place for them in my life. After years of playing the role of parent to your own mother the charade will drain you of your energy and destroy your soul. It certainly did me.
I wasn’t expecting to receive such negative comments on my guest post. I’m wondering whether the main commenters even bothered to read the entire article, or whether they just read the five sub-titles. I definitely don’t think they checked out Become the Best You or looked at this here blog of mine.
Some of the comments were lovely, and one of them is utterly heartbreaking. A 56 year old woman has walked away from her family in the recent years after all this time of trying to fit in and never being accepted.
I always thought I would lie firmly in the camp of not feeding the trolls, but the writer in me just can’t not respond. So this post is for you LJ Scott, and any one else who thinks I’m the dysfunctional one!
Would you feed the trolls?