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Aug 2021
I was taught to be cold and calculated by my mother.
I was emotionally and mentally neglected by her.
Everything I learned about mentality and emotions was from cause and effect. I was raised by therapists of all sorts, be beloved by everyone who have ever met me, church moms who cared about me and youth pastors treating me like I was their kid.
My mom always says when someone asks how her kids ended up so great, "God raised my kids." In a way that's true.
Being the only special needs kid in my family means I had to work 4 times harder than my siblings in order to get any praise from my parents. I learned faster than siblings because they trusted too easily in humanity and I trusted too little in humanity.
I knew the expectations and pressure of being myself.
Brandi the Brave
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Brandi the Brave  24/F/The Kingdom of Light
(24/F/The Kingdom of Light)   
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