I am not me

I am not me

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Hey, it's nice to meet you. I'm going to leave this introduction plain and simple, for not every story begins with a fiery explosion. My name is Nicole. This is my auto-biography. My life isn't the most exciting, it's not the most unique, and it's not the most beautiful. It's just mine; and I take pleasure in writing all about it. For whatever reason you may be reading it, I thank you for taking the time to slow down and put yourself in someone else's shoes. It gives you an idea of what it's like for people with different experiences than you. To read through the pages of a real, un-staged modern girl. I hope you enjoy. - Nicole
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Before reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does not include reflection. It is meant to be a recounting from my perspective at the time. When you read content from Birth to around 11 years old, it is intended to sound like a young child is telling the story, versus those written about events that occurred when I was older. Before embarking on writing this, I considered how honest I wanted to be and what details I truly wanted and needed to share. Ultimately, I chose to publish these things anonymously. I've taken some responsibility for hiding the identities of those I wrote about, but I did not protect them nearly as much as I protected myself. Over the years, I've kept these stories secret because I love these people who hurt me. I believed I was loving them by not telling. But now that I'm an adult, and I understand love a little better, I realized that while I may have been making someone feel safe, I was not keeping myself safe.

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