I get it, I get it. We can’t control the consequences of our actions, but I know that we sure as hell can control how we go about dealing with them. Couldn’t you have at least tried to make things seem okay? Why is it that you’re unable to see the simple beauty of a human life? How can you do this to your own daughter? I am part of you, you know that, right? On the third day of October in the year of 2000, my mother gave birth to an “oops baby”. That baby was me. On that chilly, autumn morning, my biological father left my mother and I at the hospital. From there on out, we went through the motions of your average everyday family, but my conception of a “family” was a bit distorted. As time went on, my mother fell for an environmental law
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That baby was my younger sister. On that chilly, autumn morning, my mother and my newfound father fell in love with my sister and fell even further away from me. With time, this oblivion caught fire and turned into a deep, scorching animosity as my mother tripped and fell into severe postpartum depression and obtained an overwhelming dependency on alcohol. I understand how mental disorders work. I’m actually quite familiar with them myself. But a chemical imbalance in your brain is no excuse to convince another human being that they don’t deserve a place on this earth, that they are a waste of oxygen, that their life has any less value than that of another. You are the one making your mistakes. Just because you’re unhappy with what you have done to yourself does not make it right or just for you to blame it on me, to make every last issue in your life seem to be my fault, when in reality, I was just a little eight year old girl, painted faceless in the background of this painting that seems to reflect your …show more content…
My biggest mistake was believing that I, myself, was a mistake. At the age of 15, after fighting the hardest battle of my life, I came to the conclusion that if I could win something like that, then I must truly be worth something. I learned that I wasn’t a mistake, that accidents happen, but they can have the most beautiful consequences. I am one of them. From that moment on, I valued my life more than anything. After having my heart strings tugged upon for months on end, I had told myself that I could not fall for anyone else until I had fallen in love with myself, and I have done so, and now I can’t see myself being any happier than I am now. My mistake allowed for me to learn more about who I truly am, to see myself at my highest highs and my lowest lows and to appreciate who I am at each and every point along the way. I learned that you are the only one that can determine your worth, that there’s no reason why you should have to pretend to be someone other than who you are, because you are so lovely. I spent years hiding my potential, strictly out of the fear of being put down. I said nothing when I should have said everything, and I regret it so much, although I learned everything that I know now from it, including how to love myself and how to smile without having to fake it. To this day, I hold a grudge against the demon that duct taped my mouth shut when I was younger,
That baby was my younger sister. On that chilly, autumn morning, my mother and my newfound father fell in love with my sister and fell even further away from me. With time, this oblivion caught fire and turned into a deep, scorching animosity as my mother tripped and fell into severe postpartum depression and obtained an overwhelming dependency on alcohol. I understand how mental disorders work. I’m actually quite familiar with them myself. But a chemical imbalance in your brain is no excuse to convince another human being that they don’t deserve a place on this earth, that they are a waste of oxygen, that their life has any less value than that of another. You are the one making your mistakes. Just because you’re unhappy with what you have done to yourself does not make it right or just for you to blame it on me, to make every last issue in your life seem to be my fault, when in reality, I was just a little eight year old girl, painted faceless in the background of this painting that seems to reflect your …show more content…
My biggest mistake was believing that I, myself, was a mistake. At the age of 15, after fighting the hardest battle of my life, I came to the conclusion that if I could win something like that, then I must truly be worth something. I learned that I wasn’t a mistake, that accidents happen, but they can have the most beautiful consequences. I am one of them. From that moment on, I valued my life more than anything. After having my heart strings tugged upon for months on end, I had told myself that I could not fall for anyone else until I had fallen in love with myself, and I have done so, and now I can’t see myself being any happier than I am now. My mistake allowed for me to learn more about who I truly am, to see myself at my highest highs and my lowest lows and to appreciate who I am at each and every point along the way. I learned that you are the only one that can determine your worth, that there’s no reason why you should have to pretend to be someone other than who you are, because you are so lovely. I spent years hiding my potential, strictly out of the fear of being put down. I said nothing when I should have said everything, and I regret it so much, although I learned everything that I know now from it, including how to love myself and how to smile without having to fake it. To this day, I hold a grudge against the demon that duct taped my mouth shut when I was younger,