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@fidelityinthemelody
- Letter To Dad, First -
I love you, Dad. But not always in the way I want to. Not always in a way I’m proud of. I’ve occasionally let others treat me poorly because I’ve grown up watching you. However, I’ve earned self-respect in spite of your ways of regarding me.Â
Recently, I became infatuated with a man. I took the time to hope he could be something good for me. I misread how he cared about me, mistaking it for the ways you had cared about me.Â
Mom had said it was because of love that she had pardoned you so often. But as I analyze, I know that it is most entirely because of fear. If she’d had love for herself, she would have let go of the person who made her feel scared, hated, confused, selfish, crazy, and witch-like. I know I have seen little of your love with her, but I hate to see you both suffer.
“Never trust a survivor,” my father used to warn me, “until you find out what he did to stay alive.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Bluebeard (via vonnegutphile)
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The worst part about having an awful, disgusting, terrible nightmare is that you thought of it yourself.
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I haven’t met all of me yet.
What a lovely and terrifying thought all at the same time
The worst thing about having a mental illness is that people still expect you to behave as if you don’t.
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