|Dani's POV|
If I ever die, it must've been of old age or because I got really depressed.
Death, some people are scared of it.
Honestly I think life is scarier, having to go through all this mental pain.
I'm just not good enough, I'm too fat, I'm not a good role model for younger children, I'm not the innocent girl you think I am.
I have been so hard on myself, it will take months till everyone will forget my problem,my conflict.
It's trailing me or should I say shackled to my ankles. My heart and self esteem has been shattered and smashed into millions of pieces.
Slowly, very, very slowly I'm picking it up and putting it back together. Very slowly I say, and it will take a long time for this masterpiece to be put on its display.
It's been too long, I should tell somebody that I'm feeling this but I can't. I just can't. I don't have enough courage. I mean how am I supposed to if all I ever think about is what I did.
It's not helping playing the scene over and over. It's not helping, being reminded of what I did.
I need strength and love not scolding and work.
I need to be reminded, not of the things I did but of how much people actually love me.
Being suicidal is not healthy. I've hated myself and my life but then again there are people suffering in other parts of the world.
Hunger, war, pollution, homelessness, cancer, and more worse I can name. But I'm over here hanging on a thread of hope trying not to kill myself because I've made one horrible mistake.
No, I'm not giving up on myself this is just going to be a very deep trench on my road to a healthy life.
--------------------------------------------------------------Hoped you liked it. It was my first chapter of writing and I'm sorry if anything triggers you but that's just how the story goes. Now go and love yourself. See what I did there. No,ok.
