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My lovelies,
          I just wanted to quickly explain why "The Missing Piece," my Jemily story, is gone. 
          I withdrew it. 
          I always loved writing here and interacting with you in the comments. 
          It was my safe space. Every comment meant so much to me. 
          But...someone has been leaving really ugly comments under the Jemily chapters lately. Someone who used to be a supporter. 
          I wanted to ignore it. But it hurts. It still does. Wattpad was my sanctuary. 
          My place where I could be completely myself and write about things I never normally talk about. 
          I really felt like I was helping others, giving them comfort, refuge with my stories.
          But...these comments were hurtful because they contained a grain of truth. 
          I have few views, hardly any comments. 
          The last few Jemily chapters were only filled with hateful comments. 
          And I didn't delete it to censor it, but because I felt so damn insecure about putting out a word I wrote.
          
          I'm so sorry, I tried to rise above it, but I've never felt as bad about my writing as I do now. I'm not writing this to fish for compliments, but simply to be transparent.
          I don't think I'll re-upload the Jemily story. 
          And if the comments about my other stories are similar, I'll have to rethink my approach. 
          
          I appreciate honest feedback. If you hate my stories, please let me know what I could do better. Take care and remember, you are so loved! 
          Your support is the reason why i am still here at all. 
          I am trying my best for all of you
          xx

Thank you so much for keeping this account alive, we all appreciate it! You are helping me so much more than you will ever know! I hope you are doing well and know how much of a difference you are making through your writing! 

Happy Sunday, my lovelies. 
          New chapter for you. 
          I have several one-shots ready and will release them to you bit by bit. 
          A new chapter of the Addison story is also ready, but I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. 
          The urge to just delete my account is still there, but I once promised someone that my stories would stay as long as someone needs them as a safe space. 
          And I always keep my promises. 
          Either way, I hope you have people around you who tell you how much they love you. 
          You are so precious, lovelies. 
          Take care
          XX

Can you do an Olivia benson one shot on mental health? 

Hey my lovelies, 
          I haven't posted anything for months because the views and votes were really low, and then my motivation to write waned a bit.
          I started writing back then partly as a coping mechanism and partly because it helped others.
           It really meant a lot to me. 
          Now I write chapter after chapter here and don't publish any of it. 
          
          I'm still not sure if I should just give up writing altogether, or try to rekindle my love for it. 
          Either way... I've started a new book. 
          Different style, also fanfiction(Addison *cough,cough*) , also mental health related. 
          
          I'll post the first chapter later, a sneak peek, so to speak. 
          
          And I'm just trying to see if I still feel like I belong writing here, or if I'm just too old and too out of touch. 
          
          Either way, you're all very much loved! 
          xx

I took off my safety pin necklace about two weeks ago...more by accident than intentionally. But...after a slip-up shortly afterward...I didn't feel it was right to put it back on.
          So I haven't worn them since, unsure if I can keep that promise to myself...or want to keep it.
          And the absurd thing is: nobody around me knows what this necklace stood for. Nobody knows how significant it was that I wore it for so long and that I don't anymore. 
          And I don't know whether I should find it scary or good that nobody has any idea. 
          Most people don't even know...that my last relapse wasn't as long ago as they think. 

How does my mother always manage to seize the weakest moment to sink her claws into me again? Two months of blissful silence, and the moment self-doubt arises, my phone rings. As if she had an alarm for the moments when she could still harm me.
           God, I hate it. 
          I hate that her abuse is always hidden behind a smile and kind words. 
          That my friends always perceive her as so kind and caring. 
          That I'm always the crazy one when I'm struggling with the deep scars of trauma that always took place behind closed doors.
          
           Did it really happen if only I was there to witness it? 
          Or does trauma need more witnesses than just the victim to be considered valid? 

Hi, I apologize if this is a triggering topic, but could you do a story without graphic details but of either Emily or Cordelia helping after a SA? Also I wanted to say that your writing has been incredibly therapeutic and healing and I wanted to say thank you  also, I too am chronically ill and have experienced a lot of the things the characters have, so if you ever wanted to like direct message on here or anything, I’m here :)

I'm back! Finally! I'm so sorry I disappeared. I got kicked out of my account and then my phone crashed. But hey, I have a new phone and I'm still alive! Unfortunately, my Jemily story disappeared in the process. I'm working hard to get it back and upload it again, I promise. Until then, I'll be writing one-shots again, if you still want them ;) 
          
          I missed you all and I'm so sorry! 

Hi when will there be an update for the jemily x y/n book? love it!