Some of my writing. After having my first poem published in a book when I was 9, the school noticed I had a talent for writing. Like Hemingway.

I was 12 when I wrote this.

I have hundreds of short stories, poems, creative writing pieces, because it was the expression of the pain I’d feel growing up around abuse.

At least I never choose to abuse others. Nor will I ever be that person.

I was refused trauma therapy; that’s why I’m angry with the MH team, because I don’t know the reasons behind it or why they wanted to hurt me in the way they did. Hence I have no choice but to take it to court to get the defamation off my medical records so I can get the correct support for my needs.

It’s the only way to save my life and fight for my survival.

❤️💔


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