Grieving Ella

Grieving Ella

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This are my thoughts. This is personal and it's me opening myself. I try to end all the chapters with positivity because that's important. I'm extremely tired. I'm tired of having to tell my family my name is Elliot and not Ella. I'm tired of breathing, of existing, of being denied to be who I am. I'm so tired of trying to express myself only to have it brushed off as nothing. But more importantly I'm tired of being depressed. But I'm getting better at being myself. At accepting myself and presenting myself to others as Elliot. I just need to face my fears, and my family and I'm sure one day everything will be just fine. I'm allowed to grieve.
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