I may have not been a victim of SA, but I can somewhat relate. I have memories of my father overdosing on the living room floor after injecting himself with heroine. He was foaming from the mouth as I watched him die.
Yes and No, my Father died when I was 17, my mother at 15. By then I was take into custody of my Grandmother, who also passed a few months ago from severe dementia.
⛔️!!Dark topic warning!!⛔️; Suicide. Despite what you go through, despite what the world is beating you down with… you’re still here. Still surviving, thriving even. In this age of dissonance, you still being here, that’s special. Dying won’t fix the pain. Dying won’t fix the writhing or distain.
I love you. Know that. Someone in this presumably Twisted world cares for you.