LLama,
My heart goes out to you.
I grieve for who I never was too. I spent my childhood looking after my mother (she has a mental illness too) and my siblings. My GCSEs I spent taking care of my four siblings and my A levels supporting myself and I know it effected my grades. I know I will never trust truly or be able to do some of the things that other people do because my life was, quite simply, too difficult for me to manage in a normal way from the age of 5 upwards.
We were never children and most of us never had a time where we felt safe and loved and couldn't develop, didn't have time to do things, as children should do. Sometimes I imagine that the earth is covered in the ghosts of children who never got to be children and I cry.
But after I do, I imagine my future. I imagine having a nice house and a husband that loves me and children of my own that I can love, give a safe home to and watch grow proudly. It gives me hope, a reason to work towards getting better.
Grieving for who you could have been is a good start to letting go, I think. But don't let it detract you from who you can be. We are not the things that happen to us, we are the things that help us survive.
Love, Light and Strength to you.
Aine