Sincerely, Mom
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Last published Sat, Feb 13, 2021
A true story, based on the events of my trauma. For personal reasons, I go by Rosie.
I grew up in a house where everything had to be perfect. And when they weren't, children were harmed.
TW// Mentions of:
Child Abuse
Torture
Drowning
Self-Harm
Suicide
Depression
Anxiety
Therapy
Death
Gore/Blood
Please take a moment before commenting anything to think about it may affect others. The purpose of this story is to spread my story with others who may/may not have struggled with the same things that I have. This story is updated everytime that I relive my trauma and am able to put it into words. This started as an assignment by my therapist, so I am purposefully leaving these thought and feelings untouched by any filters.
Thank you for reading,
Rosie.
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