A lot of adults have dark roads. Started from when they were young. The hug they didn't get. The pain they didn't learn to manage because mom and/or dad patched mostly all of their wounds and fought mostly all their battles. Travelling through life, hearing "You're fat." "You're slow." You're not like us." "You're ugly." "I felt disrespected when he said..." "No one loves me." "I fell for this person because I needed love. Who knew that...