despair
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I’ve lived in the darkness. I’ve felt broken, as if the weight of the world was pressing down on me, making it hard to breathe, to move, to hope. In those moments, despair felt like a constant companion, whispering that I was too shattered to heal. But here’s what I’ve learned: our brokenness is not…
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A Spark of fire, a moment to live,This is all I ask to survive, I can’t breathe, I cannot think, I need peace and quiet,A spark of fire, a moment to live. As time passes by and my abuse grows in the distance, the pain lingers still, I have a hard time focusing. I need…
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One didn’t exist for me. The longer the abuse lasted in my life, the more I would try to detail what an escape from my parents would look like. A bullet in my mother’s head? That would stop her. I fantasized about tying my dad up, bringing him into his bathroom and placing him on…