day 322

I kept it a secret because I was really young. It led me to a long road of self destruction and self harm. I was killing myself and I did very inconsiderate actions that not only affected my life, but also those around me. It wasn't until I was 18 until I decided to talk about it. I was becoming reckless and I finally sought comfort to my sister. Now I write a lot of poetry about it to speak out for those who don't have the voice yet. I suggest you speak when you are truly ready. This is your story and no one can tell you to share if you aren't ready. I hope you are reading this with a warm heart and I am sending you a lot of comfort and love. You are a survivor.