Do you believe in god?
This seems to be a go to question for people, as if believing in some magic man in the sky will make a difference, you seem to hear it a lot when you have mental health issues. My answer,
No, and if there is a god he can fuck off, because he seriously hates me!
This is my idea of a higher power, it's a joker with a wicked sense of humour. Someone who sits there thinking "how can I screw with her this time".
I've also been told more times than I can remember,
"god will only give you what you can handle"
Followed by my other favourite,
"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"
Really? Well maybe I want it to kill me, maybe I have had enough, people never seem to think of that. Saying that I have died once, but that's a story for another time.
Born, ⏩ regretted, blamed for ruining mums life, alcoholic dad who can't keep his dick in his pants, Fights, arguments, crying, social services, pedophiles, bullying, police divorce, mental breakdowns , more blaming, running away, questioning, screaming, suicidal threats, poverty, violence. ⏩ Turned 16, "happy birthday to me".
Now this blog is my ramblings about my life, and trust me it's been a roller-coaster, a rickety wooden one with bits falling off, and I'm sure I can smell burning 🔥
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