Broken And Unbroken

Broken And Unbroken

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November 21, 2024 I was in a lot of pain. My mind kept running and yet no one helped but one person. He got me, understood me, cared for me, made me feel things in ways no one else made me feel. He struggles himself and yet stops his whole world to help me. January 10, 2025 I got frost nip while he was at his uncles and I texted him and he stopped to help me. Looking up ways to make my frost nip go away on my hands. "Run them under water for 15-30 minutes" already did that and I told him. "Do you have a blanket?" "Yes" "Go grab it. How many do you have?" Told him just one "wrap your hands in it and lay down" I told him I didn't want to and he said I didn't have to, he doesn't force me to do stuff or say anything. His attention and presence is enough cause I just want to be with him all the time. I worry about him and he worries about me.
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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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