childabusesurvivors

   I woke up for school happily looking around the room before picking up my best friend's fadora and slipped it on. He'd lent it to me for the night and I sighed smelling it inhaling his calming scent. I went to my closet and pulled out a low cut blue shirt smiling. it flowed out hiding my fat stomach and I slipped it on looking in front of my mirror, smiling happily. I looked more grown up wearing this. "Slut." i heard from behind me and turned abruptly seeing my father. "What?" I asked shocked and he smirked standing in front of me. "You heard me." "But no shirts fit under this one...they look awkward." I said stumbling

Dissociating Dissociating feels like you are mentally else where, but  your body is physically there. Dissociating is seeing yourself high above, but not seeing anything else around you. Dissociating feels like a state of shock, but also feeling like you have no emotions. Dissociating feels like you need to SH, but you just can't physically move. Dissociating is not being able to remember. You don't remember people, conversations, or where you are and who you are. Dissociating is being spacey to avoid the overwhelming emotions. Dissociating is feeling disconnected to make you forget the triggers and memories of a traumatic situation

   I sit in the corner of my mind black tears running down my face. I don't attempt to wipe them away nobody can see me here. "Pathetic." A tall blonde boy says emerging from the darkness. He gives off the impression of an angel wearing all white, with blonde hair and blue eyes but it's a trick. He draws you in and makes you believe his little game. "I was right, he left you." He sneers and I pull my knees tighter against my chest. "He won't ever love you, he's too in love with her." "He promised he'd give me another chance." Damien only smirks and shakes his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Simple naive girl, so innocent. How could he ever love som

I am a person with depression. I am a person with anxiety disorders I am a girl with learning disabilities, caused by having FASD. I am a girl that wants help. I am a girl struggling through PTSD. I am a girl trying to live life, knowing she struggles through it all. I am a girl that was abused. I am a girl that never had a true family. I am a girl that finally found a friend, a girl trying to make peace in her life. I am a girl that wants to LIVE. I am a girl that wants HELP. I am a girl struggling to be free, wishing to see the happiness in life. I am ME. A girl that is strong to this world. I may have a harder time to live, but will ne