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Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

To my niece who took her own life 6 years ago 

too young too leave this world 

you were in pain with your life 

I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you 

I miss you and love you 

😢😢

today is not a good for me 

Re: Writing As A Form Of Therapy

@BlueBay  So sorry to read this. So very painful for you and your family. Sending these 💕💜💕💜💕 and lots of kind thoughts your way.

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Thanks @Maggie xxoo

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Hang in there @eudemonism , hopefully things clear up soon.

 

@BlueBay, sorry for your loss and that today is diffucult for you.  HeartHeartHeart

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Thank you @Gazza75  xx

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you say you know what im going through

that you have been there too

but im here to tell you that your experience wasnt even close

we may have been put through the same sufferings 

but we suffered it in different ways

you dont know how much it hurts that i can be open and free

i want to be able to tell you my pain 

what its like for me to make it through each day

but you just dont listen

you keep telling me im wrong

i never get to finish because you thought i was done

you have know idea what its like to worry each day

are you going to be present or drifting away

trying to remember things 

taking responsibility for actions that i dont remember putting in play 

you keep telling me its normal 

but heres the thing 

your not a professional and they disagree

something is wrong with me

but you just dont want to see

people tell me i do things 

but they dont ring a bell

ive lost whole days but you still think im well

maybe i just hid it to well

afraid of you would say if you knew otherwise

but ive suffered so long 

i cant take you ignorance no more 

please just look at the real me 

im not hiding no more

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I feel so sad,now the Money was paid. No joy at the celebration. Mother getting more frail. I am more lonely. No more closer to peace. No one to blame. No comfort in my bed. Darkness somehow soothing. Someone to be grateful to. I am still alive.

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So messed up. Long darkness sufferings. Sure of eventual fall. No place safe to rest. 

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My chest aching, my head swimming, no relief from resting, can’t get moving, try to stay steady,  hope it gets better.

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I was always in a hurry. Never enough time to catch up with my peers. I was always lagging behind. Changed from one city to the other, then another. Took years to catch up. Then the storm came attacking my core, my room in my own house. Everything went mad. I didn't have time. Never enough doing more than twenty four hours a day every day.I didn't have time. I kept running. I kept doing twenty things all at once. Now I have time. Life is late. I hurried through. I saw my peers. I didn't seem to be too late or behind. I skipped raising kids. Then I had children in my life closely. I learnt a lot about life. I acquired skills to help. I am not lagging behind. I am on time. Now I can properly think, where I want to go from here.