OUR SILENCE
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Pieces of my personal writing about toxic ness and about many mental health issues. These are just pieces of the moments of my very life changing situations that have occurred in my life. For years, I didn't know that my environment that I once thought was stable was truly unstable and very toxic. 2020, was when I truly and deeply realized the truth. The ugly truth and that is I am living in a curse that should be broken for good. This generation that I am living in now must break this vicious cycle before we destroy the next generation. We must stand up to the truth. We must learn. We must heal. We must teach and do what we preach. We must grow. We must love healthily and unconditionally. We must be compassionate and understanding. We must be truly vulnerable without feeling ashamed or being invalid from others. We must be HEARD. I'm tired of the silence.
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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