dragonwritesthings

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About

I can't remember a time when my head functioned properly.
As a baby, I would cry the second my mom left the room.
As a toddler, I didn't trust anyone to help me, understand me. Love me. I was always on edge, waiting for the moment everyone who promised to stay would abandon me.
By the time I was six, I was having suicidal thoughts.
I was seven when I started punching myself and slamming my head against the wall like if I tried hard enough, I could beat the monsters in my head out.
By nine, I didn't let anyone know what was going on inside me. I just didn't want to be the different one. The kid hyperventilating under the table, because it feels like everything is collapsing right now. I wanted to just forget about everything. That wasn't too much to ask, was it?
Mostly, it was a pretty foolproof solution. If you read my report cards, my teachers claim to be "pleased with my progress." Even though most days, I felt like a bomb about to go off, to be honest.
I started writing at ten years old, when I began a 40,000-word novella. I never realized how much it helped, to write about your feelings as a way of processing them. I didn't want to share it with anyone. Feelings weren't... the kind of thing that I was supposed to let anyone else in on.
It stayed that way for a long time. Until finally, finally, I did get up the courage to start sharing my writing. And no one laughed. No one rolled their eyes. They listened.
For the first time in my life, they listened.
I can't say enough how writing has changed my life. It's been what's given me enough courage to tell my story. To make friends who didn't treat me like nothing. To go on medication for my anxiety, even if I'm still working out the right dose. To get therapy. To even be writing this right now.
Honestly? Even now, I have bad days. And I think I always will. It's still hard to deal with all the thoughts in my head.
But I want to be the kind of person who speaks the honest truth in my writing, however brutal it might be. I want to be the kind of person who lets others know they're not alone in what they're going through. No matter what that is. And for me, writing is my way of doing that.
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