I grew up in a household full of repression, pain, anger, and abuse. As a little girl I was never able to speak about my emotions without tearing up and sobbing through my words. The only way I ever felt I could truly release my feelings was through written words that no one would ever see, scribbled in journals, inside diary apps, scraps of papers, or even just online for random strangers to see. And that is what this story is. Me breaking my silence and giving purpose to everything I went through.
Do not worry, I am no longer as in pain or in the situations spoken about in my story. I chose to write this to show others that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, it just takes some pain to get through.
There is mentions of sexual abuse, self harm, and more touchy subjects so if reading of such subjects triggers you I suggest not reading. Thank you.