Thoughts and regrets│finished

Thoughts and regrets│finished

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I didn't know what to say to my daughter, Soellé, when she told me she hated herself. I didn't know what to do when she was at the hospital bed after attempting suicide. But I know that I wished I would have done more than what I did, especially now that she's gone. Soellé was my daylight, with her around I couldn't help but to show the best side of myself. She taught me how to be happy. She taught me how to laugh. But she never taught me how to do these things without her here. - Follow the years of a daughter with mental illness, and from the mothers perspective. This is a short story and poetry about how it could be to lose a child to mental illness. Read at your own caution, this story is not for everyone- suicide and mental illness is getting mentioned.
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Hi, I'm Hallie; I am 17 years old and I went through depression from the Abuse I got from my father. You know the usual, feeling as if you're the only person who won't feel loved in life, that nobody's going to care for you, the one in school that's bullied. The only person who has ever asked if I was okay, was my mother. But that was over eight years ago. Yes I was getting abused by my father for over eight years My appearance is different from what you may think. I have long brown hair, grey eyes like my mother's, I'm kind of tan, my height is 5'3. Yes, I am short as well. I'm half Irish, a third Italian and half German. One thing is certain though, I was a burden to everybody who has ever spoken to me. I have no friends and basically this all changed due to me being late for school one day.... ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜~ -Mature scenes -Abuse -Sexual Assault -Drugs -Alcohol -Mention of Suicide -SelfHarm -Violence ▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️▪️ If you are ever having any issue with Self-Harm, a friend is or your just worried about someone. These are some places you can contact. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline- 1800-273-8255 Mobile Crisis Line- 704-566-3410 The Crisis Text Line- 741-741 Domestic Violence Hotline- 800-799-7233 Text START to 88788

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