Trigger Warning: The following conversation contains discussions of s****l assault, violence, and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised.
I was an infant when my own mother gave up on me in an orphanage.
I was barely 23 years old when my husband and child died together.
I was 24 when Reese’s father r***d me.
And now I'm 27... I still haven't given myself justice.
Did all the misfortunes rain down on me?
I know that in life, sadness and happiness are inevitable, but why does it seem like I've gone through more sadness than happiness? The universe lets me feel happy for a moment, then immediately takes it back.
It feels like walking in a long, dark tunnel alone, thinking there's light at the end, but there isn't. There's no light. No one will save you.
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