I come to you in pool of tears. My "mother" broke me. What she has said to me half an hour ago has made it clear that she never cared about me or for me. In her eyes, I am evil.

Sometimes, I wonder what I have done to deserve all of this, this torture, the cruelty. Her hatred for me seethes out of her skin...to a bright, young woman, failed by the system, by others around her. A sensitive, inquisitive child who deserved so much more. That meanie, who gave me life treats me like garbage, although I've bent over backwards for her, created my own boundaries.

She is no mother. She is disgustingly mean and cruel. She is exactly like those she critiques. I am full of love, I will find community. I will make ends meet. I don't mind being homeless; I will have all the resources. I will go on. I ask for all the love. Please make dua for me. Jazakallah ✨️❤️

Wishing peace and happiness, L