[ID Text — You Knew What You Were Doing And You Knew It Would Hurt Me, But Somehow That Didn’t Stop

Take Care: Mothers, Daughters, and Inheriting Self-Hatred, Ella Wilson

when i let my mind unravel, when i step deeper into the abyss, in times of such terrors, I stand gutsy knowing you would be there to assist me.

nocturne, excerpt from my journal

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I feel like a broken plate. My shards are too sharp and i have shattered into a million pieces. The pieces are too small and can never be glued back together again.

Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin