A Life Well Lived
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MaduroEm andamento29m
Última atualização sex, dez 17, 2021
In this true story, I explain everything that has made me who I am, my depressed anxiety ridden self that has to be 21 year old Acacia.
My life is a bit better now and stuff but my life is still utterly complicated.
This story is a bit all over the place because it took place close to 9 years ago because it's 2024 now. I'm writing everything I can from my memory which in some parts of the story is kind of blurry due to stress and depression and anxiety.
**WARNING**
*This story contains*
*depression
*anxiety
*self harm
*suicide attempts
*assault
*significant age difference relationships
*Rape
*Foul language
*Teen pregnancy
* sexual conduct
*underage drug use
*underage alcohol use
* child and spousal abuse
* domestic violence
*death of a parent
*death of a grandparent
*death of friends
*child & pregnancy loss
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