Life Goes On
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  • Parts 18
  • Time 1h 19m
Ongoing, First published May 11, 2021
Mature
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EXTREMELY GRAPHIC AND EXPLICITLY DETAILED CONTENT.

Despite all of the chaos and trauma I had to endure at such an early age, life in fact must go on. All of those failed attempts at trying to unalive myself, I am still here today. Although I am not proud of my past attempts, I'm extremely grateful to be here today because had I not been here today. None of this would ever be possible. If I could describe my life in one sentence, I'd say "my life is a fucking shitshow and you're all invited." 

Over the years, I've had time to grow, mature and become my very own person. I could've chose to give up, but something made me stay. Someone made me stay.
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"I'm not okay!" I yelled at him. "Okay?! I'm not okay." My chest rose up and down as I breathed heavily. It had been years since I had a break down, and I wasn't going to have one right now. "It's okay not to be okay," he whispered, walking closer to me. He caressed my cheek, trying to sooth me. I stared at him, pain filled my eyes. I was trying hard not to cry. I couldn't cry. That's not what I did. "It's okay to cry," he comforted. His eyes stared so hard into mine I felt like he was seeing into my soul. "Crying shows weakness, and I'm not weak," I told him, swallowing hard. "Sometimes crying is the strongest thing you can do. It just shows everyone else that you're just as human as they are." And right then and there I started sobbing. I had lost all control of my emotions, I cried like I hadn't since I was little. All those times I didn't cry when I wanted to poured out now. The walls I spent so long building to make them unbreakable, broke. Alana finds a thick orange envelope in her mailbox one day. No return address, no stamp or postage mark and it's not even addressed to her. Someone had just dropped the letter off in her mailbox. The only thing written on this envelope is "You might need this... or not." Alana takes it inside and begins to read the life story of a complete stranger. The life story of someone trying to find their place in this big scary world. © Somethingtrue 2013. All rights reserved.