Personal Narrative: Growing Up In An Unsupportive Environment For A Child

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Growing up in an unsupportive environment was not the best environment for a child. Always being told no for things and ignored when ecstatic to share news with my mother. Being told things that my still developing brain would interrupted negatively, led me to believe in many things. Feeling as if I were being neglected by one whose attention I itched for the most led me to believe as if I wasn't that important. Feeling as if I were unloved and uncared for, I started my journey of drugs and alcohol.

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