Voices In Her Head

Voices In Her Head

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BTW, the actual journal entries will not be released for a while now. The first chapter was just a test to see what I had to do in order to publish things. 😊 Disclaimer! What follows is a series of journal entries I had written at age twelve. This is why some of these chapters sound as though a child has written them because well...a child did write them. Therefore, I just want to say that no matter how annoyed you get, my feelings were still valid and hopefully you can empathise with me. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SELF-HARM AND UNKIND, INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS. So please, if you are uncomfortable with these topics, DO NOT read this! (All names in this book, a part from my own, are not the actual names of the implied real people I am writing about)
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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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