I sit here writing down these memories and fighting with myself asking, should I tell people this? Can I tell people this? Then I start writing and feel the words pour onto the page. I just stop questioning what to say, and I just say it. When I finish writing I just sigh a true sigh of relief. Relief that I don't have to hold it in anymore. The relief that I had the strength to write about these experiences. I finally closed my computer and just thought wow, I did it. In the end, the biggest lesson I've learned in life from all my experiences and others is that, if you hold everything in, eventually you'll break down and they'll end up blaming themselves for the things you never said and how they never realized how much it affected you. Frankly, it affected you so much that it broke you. People thought that was the real you but it's not.
*As I write this I find myself being more open. I'm glad I can share these events and lessons with others.*
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A Damaged Person's Life
Non-Fictionthis story goes through the pain, happiness, and death of a damaged person - this is a real story based on true story/Authors story
