In the dimly lit waiting room of the therapist's office, there's a young woman who looks tense but determined. She just finished her session, feeling relieved yet still troubled. This woman survived a traumatic kidnapping, and you can see the emotional scars in her demeanor. Despite her small size, there's a hidden anger inside her, a result of the injustices she faced.
Across from her view another person, quieter but equally significant. They seem restless, constantly shifting their focus. They, too, have a troubled past, having grown up around violence at home.They have ADHD, their mind is always busy, making it hard to concentrate.
When the woman leaves, she locks eyes with this person waiting outside. In that brief moment, they understand each other's pain, "He's not actually helping us, is he?" She mumbled softly. Though their lives may never cross again, that simple sentence speaks volumes about their strength and resilience in overcoming their pasts. However, eventually they met again, but in the different place, at the same time, but different day. A delicate connection starts to grow between them, intertwining their lives. Even though they know they'll face difficulties ahead, they see in each other a ray of hope-a possibility for healing, for finding peace, and even for love
Ages 14+ (lesbian concepts and some profanity)
This is not your everyday love story, okay? It's not a chick flick either. The events and themes within my pages have meaning, depth, truth-and most of all, reality. You are about to be taken on an adventure about a girl who's life is not like everybody else's.
I look like a normal teen girl, I mean, I have hair and two eyes and two hands and feet like everybody else, but I couldn't feel more different. I have two moms, yes. Let's just get that out there before you start reading and close my diary like everyone in my life has shut me out of theirs. All I want is a normal life with normal friends who don't judge me because of my home situation. I don't even remember the last time I went on a sleepover or called somebody my age.
I don't mean to be a downer, because it does get better. Life gets better. Struggles are only temporary, I know that now. And by my last words reach your eyes, I've come a long way, and have grown to see potential in myself.
I'm sharing this with you because I want to make a difference. I know now that I'm not the only one in the world that feels alone. I've been there, done that, and there's more loneliness to come, but for now, I feel more prepared for it. I know how it feels to sit by yourself at lunch every day and how it feels to watch others go to prom with dates and feel like shit because you don't think you'd even have any friends to go with. Please ready my diary. I am much older now, and much more wiser, and I can't wait for you to realize the potential in yourself, too.