“I don’t understand.†said my mom. “Don’t understand what?†i ask. but she brushed me off, she ignored me..it was as if she couldn’t even hear me. “I don’t quite understand why she did it either, but, I am very sorry for your loss Ma’am.†Said a woman in a nurses uniform. Who were they talking about? What loss…? “Sweetie†says my mom to my Step-Dad, “I-I have to go, I can’t look at her like this.†she says with an on-slaught of tears streaming down. Who? “Seriously guys, what happened? Who died?!†I say panicked. Why weren’t they answering me? Why weren’t they looking […]
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It is my intention to leave this life.
To start, I would say that I am not in that space where suicide helplines call “pain is greater than capability to bear.” I am not doing this on the spur of a moment’s depression or of a single terrible setback. No, none of these apply to me.
Let me share my story.
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I was physically abused as a child. My father had rules that were only known to him. His mercurial moods did not help. From as young as pre-school (I do not remember exactly when they started), he would beat me, with his hands, with sticks, with canes. […]