I am a writer. I write. I deal in stories about my abuse, my depression, and my slow mental decline. I hope to help those who hide behind the shield of shame.
I was 180 days from killing myself for the third time.
I spent far too long working at a job I didn’t like, working a shift I couldn’t stand, and being isolated from the few people I interacted with.
Can I believe in God again?
I can’t believe in a god again. Believing in a god means I must cede control. To gain the blessing of Talos, one must worship at a shrine. They must offer their soul to the divine to gain their shout cooldown. One must have faith the divine will not hurt them.
Why would I admit this? What proof do I have? Don’t I understand there are real people that are really depressed?
How dare I slander depression’s sanctity?
Does supporting child abuse deserve a holiday?
Of course it doesn’t.
However, as child abuse survivors, we often believe holidays support those who abused us.
People are afraid of you.
They fear you because you are something different. You are a hidden quality in a world of sameness. You are someone who doesn’t fit in with the picture society paints.