I was brought up in a household of chaos and I never felt stable at home.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I got so used to being unstable that I started to only be comfortable being unstable.
I had a lot of chaos in my very early years before I was old enough to know what was going on, and then I just skated through the rest of my childhood without dealing with it.
I was never really a big presence in the home.
I've always enjoyed things a little more chaotic than most people would prefer. I feel that I run well in chaos.
I struggle if I have chaos around me, but at the same time, if I don't have it, I'm uncomfortable. It's a strange thing: If I don't have chaos, I create it.
My house was very strange. I didn't do things other kids did because my parents were very strict - I stayed at home, quiet in my room.
I always thought that if I wanted to do a family, I wanted to do it big. I wanted there to be chaos in the house.
There was a time when my whole life was in chaos, really, and I didn't help myself sort it out. But one day I came to my senses, and I think I was lucky because a lot of people don't.
Maybe in my life I sort of put myself in situations that were chaotic, outside of my life.
I grew up in a very toxic home.
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