hell was my happiness i look back to 8 months ago, i remember laying on the floor looking up with my eyes so swollen shut i could barely see. young lady you are going to need to come with us 2 cops with there bright flashlights pointing right down to me. i dont remember much. i stood up and wiped my eyes and looked around. everything was ripped off walls, shelves were laying broken on the ground, glass shattered all over the place; what was happening to me i was placed in the cop car; cuffed so tightly i had tears in my eyes. i arrived at the hospital and was put into a room with nothing but a mattress and a gurney. i through a fit, kicked and screamed and cried. slamming the gurney against the door looking for away out. my knuckles bruised and my blood shot eyes; was i going crazy. now that i think that was me not even a year ago, i find myself helpless for words. i cant believe what hell i was going to. i no longer feel the sharp, horrid voices telling me that i was better off dead. i no longer feel the need to hide my emotions from people. i feel so free, like a bird flying in the forest. looking above everyone else. recovery was a nightmare. but i finally made it. - chloe maurice.
Posted on: Mon, 03 Nov 2014 01:06:37 +0000
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