Separation Anxiety: A Part Of My Life

Being human to me means feeling, it means getting through the bad to live in the good, and it means not letting go of the pain because it is what has made me stronger. I remember it like it was yesterday. The day my father walked out and took my eldest brother with him. I recall the crying, the tears running down my face, the pain. Being separated from my father and brother was not easy. I remember the packing of his bags, the yelling of my parents, the slamming doors, the pain that was, so clear on all our faces; he loaded my brother into his Toyota truck and drove away; but most of all I remember feeling lost, afraid, broken, alone and separated from my family.
After the years passed however I came to grip with my reality. I’m youngest of my six siblings. I never thought they could understand me when I was a child and they surely do not know me now. I lost more than I knew that day my father walked out, leaving my mother with 4 daughters to raise and 1 son. I knew our lives would never be the same again. I realize now that was when my separation anxiety began was when my father left. Separation anxiety has been a part of my life since childhood. I have been afraid to think about those days, that they might drudge up some old memories I ought to forget …show more content…
When I was a child my hatred for my father the anger I had for him leaving us was unbearable. I remember doing an assessment in middle school about the worst person in the world, and who my idols were. I remember writing something like Mr. Clean as my hero and the worst person in the world was my father scribbled out with Sodom Husain written in next to him. I can still feel the anger, and pain I have towards my father for leaving us. I have never confronted him about it to this day. Why should I, I think to myself. Where were the honesty and the answers when I needed them? I have no answers to those