End The pattern

I wasn’t born gay but neither was my sister, everytime our step dad hit her she lost trust in the thought of having a Mr. because the man supposed to be her father would hit his own daughter than how could she trust any other man to ever love her in a good way. 

The past pain and trauma will forever live on and the waves and ripples forever provide terror for those that were raised this way. 

A mountain from a molehill is nothing compared to an ocean for there are depths to the darkness still to be discovered as new triggers that we never knew existed show up on random days…

Take all your senses and imagine them rementioning a forgotten mystery from when you were a kid that you have buried and hid forever and imagine it being uncovered with no warning at all! 

You can hate your childhood, you can hate your decisions made from the past, you can hate your reflection but if you really want to hate what it all stands for then PLEASE DONT LET IT AFFECT YOUR KIDS AND PLAY THE VICTIM!

“This is where the pattern ends”