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Many families in my neighborhood are formed by early marriage and leaving their kids to be taken care of by grandparents. Some are unfortunate and suffer from physical punishments. A childhood lacking the warmth of parents, and bitterness felt so early – these dear children will grow up with marks and trauma. I want to tell everyone young to consider the idea of marriage with only great seriousness and regard: resolve your education and career first, be financially capable of building and sustaining home for children, and furnish yourself with an understanding of mental health.

My fears are horible because I have so many and that means I get lots of nightmares and people at school, my friends at Schod call me names because of it

I hope my little girl inside me can be happy more. You don’t need to grow up, I will try my best to protect you.
All the darkest please go away. I want to be happy.

Others, and even friends, used to look down on me; they saw my shortcomings and made mean, terrible comments about me. This, as I felt it, has been the singular experience throughout my life. But now, I am slowly, day by day, bettering my mental health to overcome it.

Once heartbroken, for nearly a month I fell and stucked in depression. All my friends and my parents were very worried. And wholeheartedly they supported me and pulled me out of the deep dark. I am really grateful for for my parents, my friends, my brothers and sisters. Love.

Lately, my friend and I get teased so often. The teaser is the friend’s younger brother. He would mislead us into believing something he said and then breaks into laughter, “nimwits, such are you to believe.” This makes us very angry. This person also teases us by often throwing swear words at us. We feel disrespected.

Whenever I am sick, my friends will often come to visit and even bring something for me. Whenever I am in pain, they will help me to recover from the wound. I really cherish my friends.

Lately, my younger brother has tended to bully me. He’s angry with me, answers my presence with curses, and shows that he despises me. I was scolded too much by my grandmother for all the little mistakes. I have grown now and need to face responsibilities.

When I was in elementary school, I was shunned by my friends because of the dark spots of mosquito bites on my skin. 5th grade is really scary. Even the teacher in charge of my class didn’t like my presence in class.

There is a memory in me of a respectable family breaking apart, which I have overcome. Now I have come to understand that the real value of life is love and empathy. They are true and essential, and holding fast to them makes me stand firm against the storms of life.

I have worked with many disadvantaged kids in Australia. Most are affected by trauma and mental health issues. For these kids they have a distrust of people and because of it cannot make meaningful relationships with others. From my experience, the act of being kind and patient can move mountains. Be kind!

Just wanna say, I love you, mom. You deserve all the best things in this world. I know you have suffered a lot of family abuse. And I suffered, too. But and the end of the day, I wanna remind you that: you are a beautiful rose that deserves to stay in a garden.
Deep down my heart, I am sincerely sorry, because of me, you choose to stay in that hell… If there were another universe, I wish you could be the happiest woman in the world. Love you.

Having experienced the philosophy of “Spare the rod and spoil the child,” I do not support violent behaviors in any form. They can cause mental harm. And vice versa, having emotional pain can lead to physical pain. Everyone (especially children) should live and develop according to their purest instincts. Violence will never be a socially acceptable method of education. Through this meaningful project, I hope that people will better understand their own feelings and the hurts of others. From the wrong decision of one’s own. Pain, whether physical or emotional, always leaves a scar.

Never forget that you are not your parents. I am not, and will never be, my parents. Thank god.

My sister fell into a deep depression and had a suicide attempt. Everyone was constantly anxious and sad. I wanted to be the strong one and not show my emotions too much so that I can help hold the family together. Over time I realize that it doesn’t have to weigh on my shoulders. I have wonderful, strong parents and friends who will keep support me.

It was my first job ever. And it was my first boss, whom I respected immensely for his talents, for the values and directions he had instilled into the company.
One night, my boss and I had a meeting outside. I accompanied him without the slightest thought. He then forced-kissed me in the car and started groping me. I could not fight back; I froze completely. I was shattered, and when I returned home, I tried to convince myself that I was okay. I could not stop blaming myself, feeling tormented and disgusted at my own body. A thought kept coming back: Is it because I am too easy that I agreed to go out with him? I could not tell anyone because it was related to my job. I felt terrible about myself. After the incident, he kept messaging, disturbing, and harassing me. I once recommended a friend to apply to his company, and she shared the same experience. I felt really guilty about it, and about a month later, I decided to quit my job.

I used to be bullied by my schoolmates. I was walking in the school ground when a group of boys started threatening me: “If you don’t give us your money, we will beat you senseless.” Their faces started to look really scary. I have experienced many “dark” moments in life. Please get out of my sight.

I am the kind of person who has a hard time deciding between two or more options. So I feel lost, disoriented, and often that no one cares about how I feel. They think I am just messing around.

My dear!
I am sorry for tearing us apart. It is so wrong to justify myself being “”not ok”” so as to fulfill my sexual desire for another person. I terribly apologize for destroying our happy relationship. I am so sorry! And thank you for still allowing me to be “”your friend”” even after everything you have gone through.

I had prepared to end my life many times before because my parents did not allow me to follow my passion. Still, thinking of death, I realized it would mean that all my sorrows and pains would not have meaning. And I would no longer have the chance to immerse myself in beautiful songs and movies that would touch my heart. So I cried and kept crying till I was completely worn out. To get myself to fall asleep, I even inflicted pain on my body. Once woke up to another morning’s light, I felt a new beginning: to learn, understand, sympathize, and reconnect. It has been 4 years now, and I have the support of everyone around me. I am studying something I love and doing the things I want. Give yourself a chance, will you?

My gratitude toward myself who have decided to step into and be open-hearted in every relationship. My gratitude toward my lovely friends who are always willing to listen to my negative stories.

I used to suffer a lot from body-shaming, and I grew up with complexes and a deep sense of self-hate. I was abused many times, physically and verbally. I also suffer from chronic depression and other mental issues.
Today is 13/07/2022 – I just reached my 20th year. Hope that you all are having a good life because you deserve to be loved.

I have tried my best but did not achieve the result that I hoped, and people look down on me. I feel blue and depressed…

I was bullied throughout secondary school. Then I was just a kid, curious about all things. Even now, I still have no idea why they hated me. That’s a question I have been asking myself for the last 12 years and still haven’t found the answer. Did I do something wrong? I don’t know if they could feel my honesty then, even if I try to reconnect with them. My friend told me, “”it’s been a long time. Why do you still regret it?”” That’s true, but there is something in my heart waiting to be resolved. I just don’t want to face it now.
I think one day I will be ready.

In the end, I understood that all the hurt residing within would resolve itself only when I come to self-understanding and begin to build a healthy relationship with myself. When someone asks you for a second to think about the people you love most, I hope you will include yourself in the answer.

It was two or three years ago, he’s my boyfriend, he told me that we’ve just studied but suddenly, he just laid me down. It’s hard to tell anyone that my boyfriend raped me, no one trusts me. But fine, I’m now happy and feel thankful with everything around.

To speak honestly: my family is super messed up. My mother has been enduring my father for 25 years of marriage for the sake of my sister and me. There were times when he hid from us and gambled away money; he and my mother were constantly at each other’s throats. This father of mine, a man who always feels the greatest constraint to protect his self-image than anyone I’ve come to know, has never admitted any damage he himself has caused. And I reached my limit where I had to post a story in private mode. And every time the negativity surges up, I write down their cause, of which only I can know. I don’t want to tell anyone I know, so I use this piece of paper to wrap up all my tears and sleepless nights that have lasted for over a year.

I wish the person who hurt me realized that what they have done is really terrible. I hope they will heal themselves and not meet someone like them in the future.

Whenever getting himself in a foul mood, my father put me down with words like “b****” and “you ungrateful little thing.” They have an unsettling, and even petrifying, effect on me. Father also often says bad things about others in front of me, and I feel anxious right then, wondering if he may think of me in such a manner.

I have always thought of a toxic relationship as one that causes you tremendous physical or mental pain. Now I realize that I am truly hurt when I am in a relationship that can bring me so much joy, where I am truly happy yet gradually become more dependent, more constraining, and at last, find my emotions completely entrapped and defenseless within this relationship. Even though it is just a friendship, it makes me lose focus and productivity; my life gradually empties out any goal, starting to revolve around this person. I know I am not brave enough yet to really abandon this friendship, for fear that I might later regret it. But I wish to get out of the situation sooner or later.