“My childhood not complicated, simple but still hurts”
My father was bipolar, which was not well known in the years end seventeens.
I was part as a warm and happy family, but at the age between four and five things did change.
My dad starting gambling again which create a lot of friction between my parents.
The warm and happy family started to collapse and it did get worse when dad started having bipolar episodes.
Things did go wrong when it happened on regular base, my sister and I where locked up in the large bedroom.
When my father had is episodes or mood swing I still remember him listening to music, while being singing in a melancholic way, crying and of course drinking.
I didn’t experience much about it, I was only five and was still not developed. It’s like not being able to have feelings at that time I guess.
Back to the large bed room, dough it became more like a closet to avoid the noise.
“My schooltime”
There is nothing to tell about my schooltime, I didn’t fit in at all and my anxiety levels keeps rising and it became impossible to go to school. I past a lot with my nanny, a safe zone just like just like the large bed room.