She stole my soul from me.
I am forever going to think something is wrong with me. I am constantly searching for problems where there are none. I'll always be pushing to make myself and every aspect of my life better, which could be seen as a positive thing but believe me - it's not. I am never going to be content. I had to earn love and affection from her - and even when I did earn it, I still rarely received it. I felt myself dying slowly, and she just watched as it happened.
She took pieces of me over and over, until the only option was for me to the last piece and leave. I think I carry that last piece with me everywhere I go, waiting for the rest to grow back.
The woman I a now is not who I could've been if she never destroyed me. I had so much potential. It's been 3 years since I officially cut her out of my life and I still feel the same amount of emotions I had back then. All of the hurt, pain, anger, love and hatred still lingers.
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Mental Health Journal / Venting
Non-FictionThis is a safe place for me to express my deepest, darkest thoughts to people without being afraid of judgement. I hope that this can inspire people to write about how they feel too because it has really helped me with my mental health. By sharing t...
