It’s like your looking at pictures of a kid you vaguely recognize but can even remember them. “Where do I know that kid from??”
It’s like your looking at pictures of a kid you vaguely recognize but can even remember them. “Where do I know that kid from??”
I don’t have pictures of myself. I look at myself in every stage with disgust, from infancy to now. I know my mother has some, but she knows go keep them away from me as I will destroy them. I don’t want to see myself if I don’t have to, and I don’t have to. I look similar enough to my childhood self that I don’t want to see her either.
I don’t intend this to be flippant, but have you considered therapy to talk about why you feel this way?
Not flippant at all. I’m in therapy now actually. 🤗