I’m just a girl who feels like life never really favored her. At 23, I’ve never known what true happiness feels like. And love? It’s a word that doesn’t carry meaning for me—not the romantic kind, but the kind that starts with parental love, the kind that should have been my foundation. Instead, I carry wounds from childhood trauma that still haunt me every day. That pain weighs heavy on my heart, and on top of it all, the daily struggles of life and school feel like mountains I’m forced to climb alone. Sometimes, the burden feels so unbearable that I wonder if I’m just meant to suffer—if this pain is my fate. For so long, I’ve managed silently, never complained, always grateful and content, or at least trying to be. But now, the weight of everything is too much to carry in silence. I’m searching for a way to cope, to find peace within this storm. Is there hope for me? Or am I destined to keep carrying this invisible burden alone?
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