victomless
I ONCE WAS A VICTOM OF MYSELF.
I ENDURED HOURS OF SELF MUTILATION AND SELF ABUSE. I HATED MYSELF SO MUCH, AND THOUGHT NO ONE ELSE MUCH LIKED ME EITHER.
I HAD CANCER AND WHILE STRUGGLING WITH CHEMO AND RADIATION, I FELL TO THE DEVILS FEET.
I EVENTUALLY GOT HOOKED ON MORPHENE AND TURNED A CORNER I WISH I HAD NEVER BEEN ON.
I THOUGHT THE DRUGS HAD MADE ME A NEW PERSON. FULL OF LAUGHS AND GUTS. I WAS INVINCIBLE. OR SO I THOUGHT.
EVERYDAY I WOULD STRETCH OUT MY ARMS FOR ANOTHER DOSE OF INSANITY. IT GOT TO THE POINT WHERE IT WAS NO LONGER FUN AND MY GUTS WERE TORN INSIDE OUT AS WELL AS MY LIFE.
I WOULD COMPLAIN TO EVERYONE WHO WOULD LISTEN TO ME.
FINALLY I FOUND MYSELF ALONE. NO ONE WANTED TO DEAL WITH A DDRUG ADDICT ANYMORE. THEY HAD TRIED EVERYTHING THEY KNOW TO HELP ME REALIZE I WAS IN BIG TROUBLE AND WOULD DIE IF I DID NOT GET THE HELP I NEEDED.
I DID NOT WANT TO LISTEN TO ANYONE. IT WASN'T TILL I ALMOST DIED DID I GET THE HELP I NEEDED, AND WAS NO LONGER TRAVELLING ALONE IN LIFE AND I NO LONGER NEEDED TO FEEL LIKE A VICTOM BUT A SURVIVOR.
I HAVE GIVEN UP THOSE ALL TO MANY PITY-PARTIES LONG AGO AND WALK TALL IN LIFE, VICTOMLESS.
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