When your mother was your first Heartbreak

When your mother was your first Heartbreak

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This will be just a bunch of my thoughts and feelings. I've been writing down my stuff for a long time and feel like sharing them. Maybe someone's gonna read it and relate or not. This is for me. I want it to be a place for everything I've never said. English isn't my first language, so be kind if the grammar isn't perfect. But I've always found it to be way easier to express feelings and thoughts in another language. This is also a trigger warning I can't be specific cause I don't know yet what I'm gonna say or share. But keep in mind that these thoughts come from a troubled young mother. With a past, I wouldn't wish upon anyone. I have a history with self-harm, suicide attempts, alcohol and drug abuse, and emotional abuse. So, if any of this might be triggering for you, I advise you not to read any of it if you're not in a good place yourself.
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This is a bio about me and what I went through as a child. You see I was abused not just by both parents but my whole family. I know you guys probably heard about all of this before but I want to write this. It will help me forget about my past and let me move on. I was suicidal and I wanted to give up but I didn't. So this is a story of what happened before Ways To Stop Bullying and after it. Journey with me when you see the hell I went through and how I made it out to be the person I am today. To be honest this is something that scares me more than anything in the world by writing this. But I want to and need to. To be warned it will get ugly and it might not look that bad to most people who probably had it worse than me. But this isn't why I'm writing this to get sympathy I'm writing this so I can finally move on and say. I done this I lived through it. I doubt anyone would read this and if they do I doubt many will but I don't care I'm writing this for me and if it helps others? I'm glad so I don't know what else to say so this is all.

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