I see you. I see that you are hurting.
I’m sorry I didn’t better equip you with a stronger voice to tell others that you hurt.
You were taken advantage, but I am here to tell you, “it wasn’t your fault.”
You know this even as a young girl. You know this even though you are a prepubescent girl. You feel like you take too much space, the fact that you ate too much, felt confused over those nights and the possibility that things just never go as they plan i.e. guys, friends, life, those things don’t define you, well not entirely.
Get up, go out and take a bike ride, even in the front yard. Please, go out. Don’t sit around feeling like you can’t change the fact that you were robbed of your innocence. If anything you weren’t robbed per se. Your worth was stripped , but you are here, you are alive. Though, you did manage to survive a coma 7 yrs later. At age 15 you went into a coma for things that you couldn’t control. Then, you had friends. Don’t let them go.
Hold them tight because when you decide to leave, you wont know how to function without them. Don’t hold for too long or too tight, you might just break them.
In the end, you left. You are okay. You’ll be okay. You’ll find other friends. You’ll finally find peace living, being alive. Don’t forget I’ll be waiting. I am twenty five. Don’t you see? You’ve made it this far without the negativity, keep going.
I believe in you.