I'm really scared to post this because I feel like most people cannot handle any part of me. Like they live in this bubble of safety when I live in the ugly real world where nothing has ever been safe. I can't tell people that I used to scream like I was being murdered for my mother because he was raping me. I can't tell a girl I love that I love that I was raped by a guy or forced to do things with my sister as a child. That I lost a son and found his remains smeared across the ground and what the animals didn't eat. That I was told I'll be a loser and never have a successful relationship. That I really dont wanna be here at all but I try to help anyone I can. Like who could ever love me with all this shit. What girl would want to be with me after all of that. Sorry just struggling so hard w this girl, my sons bday, and the anniversary of my sons death. Like im so lost. Whomever made this thank you. I'm just crying so hard rn it's so much