I have this best friend and in August 4 2018 we argued for a very long time and she didn’t wanna be my friend her mom called me names
Stories
Growing up I watched my mom deal with low self-esteem issues and I believe because of that, she didn’t teach me to love myself. I don’t blame her or resent her for it because my grandma didn’t teach her that either. Many of...
I had wrote Soldier of Hope a while ago. I had given my life to Jesus and he had radically changed my life for the better but I still struggled with depression, selfharm, and suicide. It wasn’t that I didn’t have meaning or hope...
Vivimos nuestras vidas de momento a momento, de respiración a respiración. A veces, aguantamos nuestra respiración para que el momento dure, pero otras veces, cerramos los ojos y rogamos para que el momento pase. Es como estar bajo el agua...
I am a survivor. I was beaten by my mom’s husband for years. He was a nasty drunk. We feared weekends they were worse. Whatever he grabbed we were hit with and my mother was no better. I was told growing up I was a one night stand baby. I...
This story I am about to share is something that I have dealt with for the past 3 months, (at least.) What I am about to share has torn me down left and right, but I have finally realized that it is what had to happen in order for me to become...
Even though she was in a very depressed state of mind, she was realistic. She realized that no matter what she said, someone would hate her for it. She stopped telling people how she felt. She only trusted her closest friends, but still...
Trigger warning: Before reading this post, please be aware that it includes a graphic description of self-harm. For 11 years I have struggled with severe body dysmorphic disorder, I struggle with the emotional pain of never feeling like...
Meri nanhi pari jab aadhi Raat ko idher udher bechain hoker dekh rahi thi Maine gusse se pucha kya Hua beta so ku nai rahi.. Kuch du pillow du to usne pat se jawab Dia na mummaa aapka hath chaeee…… ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Lived with two very hard workers. My father was an alcoholic, but a hard worker, provider. My mom, the best way same hard worker, provided everything, just wasn’t a drinker. Many fights and arguments and things I don’t want to share...