“After, for years when I thought about death I felt selfish because it seemed like there was no way to make it hurt enough that I could deserve the escape. He’d promised to help me and then hurt me. I think he taught me, at 8, that I was supposed to be other people’s punching bags and playthings. I still feel that way sometimes, in the days just getting out of my bed can be too hard.”
— Posted by Anonymous.