A young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman crying out to feel loved, wanted, beautiful and worthy. Struggling to a...
You only see what's on the surface. My happy, and lovable side. It's the bright side of me. But what about the other side? That side... no one has seen. That side, you should be afraid of. That side only comes out on only at my edge of sanity. Sanity... that side doesn't have any of it. This side... this side is, My D...
I wrote this when i was in a psychiatric facility, for depression and anxiety. This is one of my struggles.
Yes I am currently struggling with self harm, but you guys make the struggle a whole lot easier for me. Thank you everyone for voting, commenting, and especially fanning. If anyone needs to talk, I'm here. I've been through a lot, so I could probably help. I will always message you back. Have a beautiful day everyone...
