Dear V 🥀
There’s this girl (let’s call her V). V grew up to be a bright young girl, passionate, bold, and unafraid of anything. V loved to explore; she loved to be seen; she loved to be heard, adored, and cherished.
But V had a rough upbringing; she was never understood. She was always seen as the troublemaker. She wanted to be an eagle, to spread her wings, to fly far and high; she wanted to show her good qualities,
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But V was seen as a predator. She was seen as a vulture. Her parents scolded her for the littlest things; her voice was never heard, and she didn’t feel loved. She had no friends. She had no partners. She had no day ones. Anytime she talked, it felt like she was making excuses. She was tied down. She was restricted, held in a toxic environment. THEN SUDDENLY, she began to forget herself. She forgot who she was. She forgot what her brain could do. She forgot how different she was,
She forgot how special she was. She forgot how calm she was. She was hurt. Anger built. She became defensive. She became angry. She started gunnysacking. She craved to be loved. She wanted her person. She made wrong choices. She couldn’t cry for help because no one wanted to listen. She began fighting depression. Her self-confidence was gone. Her self-esteem was gone. Her authenticity was gone. She just wanted to be right for once, but they all said she was wrong
QUESTIONS STARTED TO BUILD: “WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?” “WHAT AM I SAYING WRONG?” “WHAT’S WRONG WITH ME?” “WHO AM I?”
She doubted herself and became a pessimist. Became a fake. All she wanted was to be heard. All she wanted was to be understood. All she wanted was to be loved; all she wanted was to be chosen.
OH, DEAR V🥀
