Another long journey of people upset or mad or hurt because I reacted differently than I should. They are right that they do not understand but the way to help is to accept what makes me “strange” to them and maybe try and understand instead of turning their backs and saying, “We don’t deserve this”. Well, I don’t either but here I am. I spent my life until 3 and a half years ago trying to help people, animals, family, friends, etc. until the trauma I guess from the last few years or something from my childhood gave me anxiety, depression and panic attacks. I have an issue but I am not mentally ill only emotionally traumatized by the power of anxiety. The worst reaction I can get is being disowned again. I am not a bad person but I do see some things differently. I just don’t play roles. I am who I am. Loved by very many isn’t one of them. The bridge is easier to cross if someone is there holding your hand.