the harder ones
- LECTURES 53
- Votes 3
- Chapitres 6
En cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication dim., avr. 26, 2020
****TRIGGER WARNING****
****SPEAKS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE****
I want to preface this one just by saying that these are going to be a little bit more in depth to some potentially triggering situations, including but not limited to Domestic Violence, toxic relationships, the trauma that comes from this sort of abuse.
If these situations are triggering to you, please turn away now and don't read.
Although some are on the softer side and don't go too into detail, others will. And the last thing I want is someone to be triggered by my writing.
Thank you for taking the time to read this!
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