Dear Abigail

Dear Abigail

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A Story of Suicide Awareness Elle and Abigail are the closest of friends but tragedy strikes forcing Elle to learn to cope on her own. Together, we dive into a world of hurt and fear, of sadness so deep it pains to the core all in an effort to understand the mind of two victims, one gone from this world too soon and the other left to fight the greatest battle she has ever come against. Depression and mental illness are real monsters who, some times, attack together and the battle is never won and never lost, merely crossed. The result is something completely different than what started, a person who can see shadows of who they used to be but there is strength alongside darkness, there is power in the moments we think we are losing. If you or someone you know is dealing with thoughts of suicide or feels like you should speak with someone, please contact the Suicide Hotline at 1-800-273-8255 or you can text HOME to 741741. The tags are in an effort to make sure readers are aware of what they are reading. I know there are plenty. Please be sure to read the author's notes when one appears.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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