Trials & Tribulations: Stories of Trauma & Growth
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  • GELESEN 48
  • Stimmen 1
  • Teile 17
  • Zeit 24m
Laufend, Zuerst veröffentlicht Jan. 03
(*TRIGGER WARNING*): Topics discussed include loss, depression, suicide/suicidal thoughts, violence, toxic dependance, hatred, true love, and heartbreak. 

This is a book of various poems I have written. The poems you are about to read are written about various traumas in my life, as well as many uplifting and good moments. Without the bad times, we lack the knowledge of what good times are. To understand good and bad is to go through both, and I welcome you to a roller coaster of emotions. 

I sincerely hope that these writings touch your heart or make a positive impact on your life, for they are my coping mechanism and have done the same for me. I am no god tier poet, but I very much appreciate my work and would love for you all to see it. 

To speak of one's trauma so openly is a brave task, and I hope you'll all join me on my journey of writing about the ups and downs of life, and the losses and gains it contains. Many times, we are scared to open up about our past and resolve repressed and unresolved issues in traumas, and my mission in writing is to help all of us resolve our issues and traumas in a healthy way. 

I am serious in what I say, as well as these words: I would greatly appreciate criticisms you have and comments to make improvements. We're all growing through life, and some of us need the help and guidance of another to do so. 

So will you join me for a ride? Because I am driving this car, and we have a long journey ahead of us. I hope that you will sit beside me in the passenger seat and find yourself as I have found myself. Let us cry out the pain when times are bad, and dance when the times are good. 

Let us sing our joys and our traumas, because repressing our issues only damages us in the long run. The bottle can only get so full before it spills over, and like I have in the past, some of you may wrongly impact yourself. Remember to empty it before it gets too full. 

Stay strong. Don't give up. My social media is linked if you need to talk.
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