Finding the Light

Finding the Light

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My life is a journey down a crooked, but yet narrowed pathway. It is dark and scary, but light if one was willing to take the road with me. My life isn't what everyone thinks or says about me. I'm not an attention seeker, or a rude human being. I'm not a shooter, or a mean person. People around like to make comments about me, yet they don't even know me. They haven't walked down the path I walked on-the crooked, but narrowed pathway. The things I dealt with are so scary and dark that not even Halloween can even compare to it. I'm not an ordinary girl, just like you are not ordinary people. Everything I dealt with couldn't be as bad as yours. You see here, we all got something dark. We all got something scary. It's just a matter of time before we can build up the courage to walk on that crooked, but narrowed darkly scary pathway. Hi, my name is Bridget Elizabeth Winters. I'm here to tell you my story-I'm here to give you the darkest and truest stories alive. If you can't take that, then I advise you to put down this book and go on about your day, but remember what you can't face will come back, and what you can will go away.
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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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