Well, I didn't think that after six years, I'd ever again in my life come this far to be even the slightest bit comfortable as I am writing about everything I'm about to, even if it's a very washed-over, watered-down version of everything. I would like to mention, however, that I personally see talking about things that I've been through as healing, in a way. Which is why I'm here to talk about some stuff, however in this instance I will be putting them in the form of journal entries, written by yours truly. If you are triggered by the following, I suggest you stop right here and move along to another story.
-Multiple mentions of instances of domestic violence
-Mention of Sexual Assault instances
-Mention of suicide/suicidal idealizations/thoughts
-Mention of murder/death
-Instances involving police (I know that may not be a direct trigger for TOO many people but I do know individuals with a strong dislike and a traumatic history with the police, so I'm going to include that)
I'm also going to put a language warning as well. I cuss a LOT in this story. There are light sexual references mentioned in here as well. Nothing too awful but I will give that warning as well.
So, without further ado, I give you the six-plus years in the making, very interesting, heartbreaking, intriguing, whatever the case may be, autobiographical-like tell-all about some deep shit I've been through, and just shit in general I feel the need to put into writing, and about how I feel it has made me into a better person-the person I am today, and how it will, inevitably so, make me into a better person in the long run.
Thank you. :)
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Letters From the Broken
Short StoryA raw look into the mind of the broken, bruised and battered. *Based on true stories. Trigger Warnings: Full warning list located in Author's Note chapters, at beginning of story.
