Dear Me
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Dear Me is a raw and poetic exploration of grief, identity, and self-acceptance, told through the intimate letters of a 16-year-old girl navigating life after the tragic death of her mother. Born into a world where her very existence is overshadowed by that loss, she is known by a label she never asked for - the girl who killed her mother. The weight of this identity shapes every interaction and distorts her sense of self. Over the course of a year, she wrestles with how the world sees her and how she sees herself. Each chapter unfolds as a letter to her own soul, revealing thoughts, doubts, anger, longing, and quiet rebellion against the definitions others have placed upon her. From the pity of distant relatives to the subtle judgment of classmates, she confronts the challenge of reconciling others' expectations with her own inner truths. As the seasons of her sixteenth-year pass, the girl begins to confront her past, embrace her grief, and slowly reclaim her identity. Through verses that weaves sorrow with fragile hope, Dear Me becomes a powerful testament to self-rediscovery, the shedding of inherited labels, and the quiet strength it takes to write your own story. This book is for anyone who has ever felt misunderstood, defined by their past, or silenced by the weight of others' perceptions. It's a reflection on surviving, growing, and learning to speak not just louder, but more truthfully.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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