Self Care: A guide to self wellness

Self Care: A guide to self wellness

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"I hope this isn't some more JuSt SMIlE bullshit-" Lucky you, random human being. Welcome to my humble abode! Er- book, now.. What is this? Well, a self care guide. But how in gods name is this stranger qualified? I could be seven for all you know! Well! Again, lucky you! You have stumbled upon a crazy empath, a crazy empath who also just happens to deal with anxiety and depression and be a sexual abuse survivor. This book will merely be tips and tricks I've learned (No more breathing bull, but there might be some of that too) but this book can't help you. Only you can help you. Remember that. Rating: Mature? I rated this book mature as it will contain strong themes that are triggering. Though it will be merely to help assist those habits.
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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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