A deep sense of invisibility plagued me as a child. Feeling unworthy, life often times felt like punishment. Disconnected from my mother, I felt lost, in her way, and as if perhaps the ones I loved would be better off without me.
When I was twelve years old I put a gun to my head. Death seemed a sweeter option than the bullied life I was living.
A single thought helped me hand on.
As an adult, I married and falsely believed that because I was a wife, and a mother I was worthy. Details upon details distracted me from the wounds of the pas more...
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