My heart has learned to beat again, so long it sat in a spare room with little joy, with bacon fat and lard filling the spaces where love, hope and care should be. I’d stopped believing I was worthy of friends, of unrequested hugs and smiles, and thought I should just continue till it’s time
As I write this disclaimer, I wonder if I’ll ever click publish on this very personal article, one of the hardest I’ve written. It was the beginning of self-loathing, ultimately leading to isolation, esteem issues and depression later in life. The details I’ll be going into below are personal and sometimes graphic. Those who know
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