JUST

Dear reader,
She never meant for you to see this.
But now you're here.
Reading the letters she wrote to the people who made her and broke her.
This isn't healing. This is remembering.
I'm not trying to be the victim.
I'm not trying to be forgiven.
I am, just.

This is a collection of memories, grief, and half-forgotten truths - told by someone still learning how to carry them.
I hope you don't see all of yourself in these words,
but if you do, I hope you rewrite the ending.