I cried today.

Posted byRustyPosted inDiaryTags:

Sometimes, it is all I can do. Other times, it is a release. Every time, it is needed.

I cried because no matter, the systems I deal with are not meant to help people get out. They are meant to keep them in.

Don’t agree?

That is a luxury I do not nor can I afford to have. At all. Ever.

Strong words, probably. Well, yes. Yet, they are my raw, real truth.

After all, diary. I can’t even afford to dream right now.

Or can I?

Published by Rusty

I write about my mental health, domestic abuse (in the form of emotional abuse via gaslighting) to advocate and empower others. My shame has held me hostage for too long, as have my abusers and mental health. I am enough. I matter. I am a survivor and a warrior in ways the average person, thankfully, cannot understand.

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