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I dreamt I was a kid and that my siblings and I were hungry. I went to ask my step father for food and was told to go make some for myself. He was laughing and playing games with his friends. I didn’t know how to cook and the only thing I could find was a can of oats. But there wasn’t enough for all of us so I made what I could for my siblings and asked my stepfather where I could find more I was slapped and told to go away. I went to talk to my mom and found her sweating in the bedroom with a pained look on her face. It looked like she was struggling to pull something out of the closet. When I asked here if we had more oats she said that she’d go shopping as soon as we had money. I was then sitting in my car at a park there were bloody bandages on my arm and a gun in my hand
To anyone reading this, this story is not an exaggeration and if anything it does not paint the full picture of what I’ve experienced. Had I pulled the trigger that day I would not have met some amazing people I know today. It took time, I finally asked for help. I had to push myself to get out of that place. The same can happen for you. Please I hope you can find the strength to ask for help. There’s no shame, you haven’t failed, you are worth the effort and you deserve just as much out of life as everyone else.
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