
Imeavie
Sacred Garden
- May 6, 2025
- 22
Im not sure if this is the right area for this, but I'm not sure about the others either. Its not about recovery, or suicide, and not off topic either.
I'm sorry if this is wrong.
I was raised in an abusive home, and someone who was there since I was two yrs old has always been there to help me. She was always so capable, so intelligent, she knew something about everything. She knew I wasn't allowed to have a childhood, thats I was basically Cinderella a slave to my mother, and sisters. So she always tried to let me have one with her whenever she could.
Now she is expected to die anytime now. She cant eat, she cant sleep, she can hardly talk. She cant even sit up without someone holding her up the entire time. She survived two cancers relatively recently. She was doing so well. Now she had to ask someone who I fucking was. The list goes on but I dont have the strength to waste your time with it.
I don't know how Im supposed to live without someone who was more of a mother than my real one. I want to go back in time, and have one more long conversation again. Now I will never have one again.
Im not going to ctb only because my grandparents need me around, and I cant pay them back by destroying them.
Ive been doing well on my medicine despite the panic of losing my hair from it. Ive been doing doing better since finding this community.
Now I feel trapped in my body with no escape.
Unable to live, not allowed to die.
I cant tell her this without making her worse, so I have to settle saying it here so it exists somewhere in the universe. I love you so much carol. I appreciate everything you ever did for me, and I'm so happy I spent your final birthday with you. Thank you for helping me stay alive for 29 years. I would have ctb at 8 if not for you.
My life was better, I was a better person for having you in it. Thank you. I love you.
I'm sorry if this is wrong.
I was raised in an abusive home, and someone who was there since I was two yrs old has always been there to help me. She was always so capable, so intelligent, she knew something about everything. She knew I wasn't allowed to have a childhood, thats I was basically Cinderella a slave to my mother, and sisters. So she always tried to let me have one with her whenever she could.
Now she is expected to die anytime now. She cant eat, she cant sleep, she can hardly talk. She cant even sit up without someone holding her up the entire time. She survived two cancers relatively recently. She was doing so well. Now she had to ask someone who I fucking was. The list goes on but I dont have the strength to waste your time with it.
I don't know how Im supposed to live without someone who was more of a mother than my real one. I want to go back in time, and have one more long conversation again. Now I will never have one again.
Im not going to ctb only because my grandparents need me around, and I cant pay them back by destroying them.
Ive been doing well on my medicine despite the panic of losing my hair from it. Ive been doing doing better since finding this community.
Now I feel trapped in my body with no escape.
Unable to live, not allowed to die.
I cant tell her this without making her worse, so I have to settle saying it here so it exists somewhere in the universe. I love you so much carol. I appreciate everything you ever did for me, and I'm so happy I spent your final birthday with you. Thank you for helping me stay alive for 29 years. I would have ctb at 8 if not for you.
My life was better, I was a better person for having you in it. Thank you. I love you.