Don’t let them get to you. They just want to break you. Hang on in there. No one knows your story. They don’t even know half of what you’ve been through and they are so quick to judge you. You are beautiful. I know you are. I was too. I just didn’t get anyone to remind me that.
My intensified nightmares that couldn't let me sleep through the night horrified me, and I spiraled into my own suicidal depression. If my father didn't want anything to do with me, maybe I didn’t deserve to live. I felt completely worthless. And my self-loathing made me feel like a burden to this world. I wanted to die. Like now now. If only I'd just make a wish and wake up in Heaven. That would be so easy.