Context: my older "brother" molested me when I was a 3yo child. My mother knew about it and I was expected to bury it for years and years. Finally at (currently) 25 years old, I completely broke down, had a panic attack and had to go to the hospital over it. When I got back home, I was forced into a family meeting with him where he apologize and I was asked if I could forgive him. Which my response was "No". He left and after a few days, I get a text by my mother saying he's homeless thanks to me. I confronted her about the texted, and she told me she didn't want to talk to me and that she was *******. I ended up self harming and going to the hospital. When u came back, he was there and the door to my room was completely removed. I left that house and we only spoke once after one the phone. She told me before we got off the phone "Don't burn the bridge that leads back home".

Context for the brother part: he came home one day when he was little and apparently he was talking about self harm. When I went into the room to see what was going on, she told me that he gets that from me. That happened when I was 14yo.

I wrote this one a long while ago when someone close to me passed away.

I thought this girl would be someone I was gonna marry. I knew her for more than 10 years, but after her brother died with cancer and my grandmother passed in a month span, we started to having issues constantly. She became someone that wasn't the person I knew and loved. Eventually, she broke up with me and I didn't handle it well. I thought if I can't be with her anymore, then I have to burn every piece of that bridge that leads back to her. I have regrets, it's been over 3 years and I still haven't fully gotten over her. I should have gotten over her by now, specially since I have a new partner. I hate myself for feeling like this while with her.

My father was never in my life pretty much. He used to text me and call me for less than 3 months and then completely disappear for a few years and do it all over again until I had enough.

All in 1 year, I lost my step dad, my cat, and my grandfather. After my step dad passed, my "older brother" who had also made me a victim came back into the house I loved in. I tried my best to keep the peace and pretend he wasn't there but eventually I had a panic attack and had to go to the hospital and everything got let out. My mother acted as if she supported me but in the end, she was only looking out for herself. I ended up leaving without a plan and cut all contact with her and him. 22 years of silence finally breaks and my world turned upside down.

I've always had problems with my anxiety. Everytime someone looks at me, it feels like someone is reading a book about me. Knowing every little detail about me, what scares me and the reasons for my scars. So in turn, I look away in fear that it could ever be the case.