I don’t feel safe in my own home. My abusive mother is steadily growing worse, and I can’t do anything without being yelled at for one slight or another. I’m afraid to leave my room. I’m anticipating food being withheld from me again.
I need pocket change to stockpile rations that I can hide in my room again. I’ve switched banks to prevent her from stealing my money again.
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December 8th 2018. A little over a month since I posted this. My mother has gone off again. I was woken from a nap by screaming, screeching and howling coming from upstairs, the sounds of things being thrown, mugs being broken. It trailed downstairs, with slammed doors, things being hit so hard that the floor shook across the entire apartment and rattled my screen. I cannot even run this time and wait out the first storm because I am in too much physical pain to be on my feet in this cold.
Please, one more time. I will be safe, loved and with someone I care for very, very deeply in roughly three more months. This isn’t going to go on for much longer, thank the Gods, but for the immediate future, I’m going to be on my own as far as taking care of myself goes. I can barely stand as it is. I tried to walk to the store about two days ago and came back in such severe pain I sat in bed trying not to cry for the next 20 minutes. And even if that weren’t an issue, I don’t feel safe leaving my room again due to my mother’s behaviour. If someone could spot me money for some form of delivery, it would take a lot of the pressure off of my trying to survive.
