Dear... Those That Suffer
If you ever feel alone or scared after a night of screaming, crying, breaking glass, or unspoken promises behind locked doors, then read this. I'm going to tell you a story. My story.
I was born the only daughter to a family of six, four sons, my "father", and my mother. Both parents had been in a previous marriage, each one having only one child. After my parents got married, they had my two other brothers and then me. Growing up, I was already isolated by my brothers, I was smaller, "dumber", and "weaker" than them based on my gender. My oldest brother lived with his birth-mother, but he didn't like me much. Almost daily, I would be brutally "bullied" (more like abused) at home and at school by my brothers and peers. My mother was so busy with my brothers, she didn't have much time and my "father"... he was physically abusive towards my brothers, but when they weren't in ear-shot or sight, I was the punching bag for his mind games. Mentally and emotionally abused by the man who helped create me since I was four, seemingly neglected by my mother, abused by my brothers, and bullied at school. I never really let it get to me, I smiled through it, and it's part of the reason I'm so much farther mentally than others my age.
We moved quite a few times over the span of five years, and each school was more horrible than the last. Growing up taught me, that even though they are blood, it doesn't mean they are family. My mother always told me to "bite my tongue and let it blow over." To be a punching bag. I was never one to do that, and so that's why my brother's and I were always covered in bruises and scratches. Life gets easier, it may not seem like it, but it does. I'm only a sophomore in high school now, I haven't lived life completely, but I've lived through a bit of the unfairness it has. I have maybe one or two people in my life right now, that actually understand, that actually care. And that's okay. All it takes is one person. I've been through depression, I've attempted to take my life and no one knew, I've done it. Illegal drinking, trying to wash away the thoughts in my mind, I know what it's like. But remember, life isn't always rainbows and butterflies, but it isn't always storm clouds and spiders either. Life can be a beautiful misery, yes. But there is always someone, at least one person, willing to hear you scream, cry, vent, or just hug you as you stay silent when you need it the most.