I have seen a psychiatrist once, when I was about 8 or 9 years old. She showed me bunch of ink-blot pictures and asked me what they remind me of and also asked me whether I love my mother ...

That was supposed to tell her, I guess, how badly off I was at the time. Well, she told my mom I was perfectly fine. She was absolutely wrong.
I grew up with no psychiatric help, terrible inferiority complex, low self-esteem, feelings of guilt ... gah, all of those things. I lived what I now think was a severe case of PTSD that I think I still suffer from. I've never looked for help because I had no health insurance and also ... I simply didn't want to face the horrors that were hiding in my past - after all, I worked so hard on FORGETTING about them - sometimes nearly succeeding.
Now, I'm mostly fine. However, I have a number of issues ... a whole bag of them, actually. I still suffer with very low self-esteem that prevents me from attaining happiness. Then there are the dark days ... I have flashbacks, keep 'seeing' things in my mind that I DON'T WANT TO SEE ... nightmares ... Ah, it's CLEAR, I've so much work to do and I will have to seek professional help at some point.
Life hasn't been easy, but I have to say - I've been strong, very strong and dealt with and got (nearly) over a lot of things.
I have to keep believing that I'm a strong person and that whatever happened to me doesn't define me.
I'm having one of those dark days today ... just got (unbeknownst to anyone around me) through a minor anxiety attack and I just really really need to talk to someone. I want to be heard. I don't want to be pitied. I'm over the victim mentality. I just want HELP ... I want the dark days to stop forever. I just want to be happy. I have so much to be happy about. I'm so blessed.
So yeah, this is me ... hitting bottom. I spring right back up though. I'm already feeling so much better.
Thank you for reading this brain-diarrhea.
D.