Shit happens...right? And we just have to get over it like they say, forget about it. How much of it can we actually take though? How much does one have to endure before it stops, before we get some help and people stop fucking us about?
I open up to people a lot, regret it later but they all say 'you could write a book with everything you've been through' which they become another chapter of eventually. Almost every person I have met has screwed me over, dunno if it's because there's something wrong with me because surely I can't be the only genuine one with toxic people all around me? I honestly don't know, I don't know why I've been chosen for this life, why is everything happening to me? Don't get me wrong, I have alot to be grateful for and I am, but dealing with sexual abuse for over 10 years, physical abuse and being let down by people constantly is enough to throw anyone off the edge right? But no one will take us seriously until it's too late.
It's always too late when they finally open their eyes... ironically it's when we've finally closed ours. Once we're gone they'll say 'we should've seen the signs' or 'it was a cry for help and we let them down' and all that bullshit but when we ask for help we're told to just get over it or it's not that deep, we need to stop being so ungrateful for what we have and it's just for attention. It just frustrates me so much that people are so bloody ignorant to all this and then wonder why our generation is so depressed and why our children want to leave us.
The way things are going right now, the only way I feel I can find true peace and contentment is by cutting everyone off, every single person that has hurt me in any way whatsoever because it has gone too far, too much has happened to risk my mental health.
If you have come this far, thank you. This is my way of venting and I am in no way looking for sympathy or expect any support but, by reading this, I hope you see that you are not alone.
