Terijo
Terijo
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Hugo.

As the mother of a girl-child who has had frequent bouts of suicidal ideations, depression, PTSD, crippling anxiety, and other too many other labels that all share the “Mental Health” category… Please hear me when I say this…:

I want to hear your voice. I want to hear your story. I want to know what goes on inside your brain and learn from what your pain has taught you. Becaues it teaches me how to help her

That might not be what you need to hear right now, but, I’m hoping it is… because I need you to understand that sharing your story is helping someone else stay alive. My baby girl. And I am in desperate need of every iota of what you can share so that I can help her do that…

I want you to know that there is someone out here listening to EVERY word you have said. I need to hear more. And if you stopped talking? I would feel it. Very much so.

I have read every word you have posted on Medium. I have heard and smelled and tasted every drop of your blood that you have left on the floor. I have felt it. ALL of it. Because your voice is one I WANT to hear.

Please don’t leave me alone now. There is so much more you can teach me. And I want to learn…

I desperately NEED to learn from you. Don’t abandon me… No. Don’t abandon US now…

Please.

    Terijo

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    Terijo

    Wake the Red-head. G’head. I double-dog dare ya. Poet, Thinker, Mother, Lover… Friend. 💋