I was never a disturbed or F**ked person. It was my stepfather who created me.

Before my mother met this a**hole, I had an okay childhood and living like a child. That all changed once this A**hole, show his true colors after he got married. A simple mistake or accident, he beat the living sh**t of me. Breaking me down emotionally and physically. I told my mother and family about him. They did nothing or didn't care about it. This is where I lost touch with reality and living life on earth. People try their best to change me or help me. It did work, but coming back home is a repeated cycle. Living with him is like drinking poison by force or smelling the poison daily. However, once he left, I was happy and relaxed. But, he left the damage to my family and me. As of now, I feel better writing about this, and it takes a few more years to get over it. The pandemic lockdown last year has released my dramatic events and remembering pain and harm to people who were close to me in the past without realizing the actions that I have done.