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By: Jessicha
I wish that others knew that I was more than their conclusion after reading words on a page. I wish they would think that I could be more than my worst mistake. I wish they knew how sorry I was. And how I hated myself for years. I wish people knew that I had to stop hating myself in order to heal. I wish they knew how often I thought of Tim, Rob, their mother, and Sammy. I wish they knew how much I owe Tim. I wish they would remember Tim as more than a victim.
*Names have been changed to protect their privacy.
Comments from the community:
“I didn’t expect this to hit me, but it did. I realized how easy it is to judge someone whose full story I’ve never had to carry.”