As a child in the 70’s I would feel what I could only describe as “home sick” even when I was home in my own bed. I never wanted to stay at other’s houses.
I always assumed the worst would happen if someone traveled. I just thought this was what life was. My brother died unexpectedly when I was 11.
Things spiraled from there. I asked for counseling and my mother told me that only weak people go to counseling, we were strong and did not need it.
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