Good morning beautiful people. This poem came from a time when I was reflecting that most of my thoughts, decisions and life revolved around my alcoholic parent. My life was in the context of them. Now that I’m in recovery, I am learning that I can make choices that are in my best interest, beyond continually making myself available to enable the alcoholic or be a parentified, emotional support system to my other parent.
In a toxic family system, you aren’t a person- you are a role.
Paraphrased from Patrick Teahan LCSW from Youtube
My other parent was on the continuum of narcissism and definitely codependent. We were enmeshed as a family. I was both the mascot and scapegoat, dysfunctional families have distinct roles. Below is a video that was helpful for me to understand the roles.
Below is my poem, I welcome comments on this post in the section below. This poem came from a question my therapist asked me to consider,
who are you without the wounding?
Be well.
The Christian Adult Child 
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