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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 mistake. I wish they know 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 Michelle. I wish they know how much I owe Tim. I wish they would remember Tim as more than a victim.
*The names have been changed to protect privacy
Comments from the community:
“This broke my heart. You can feel the weight of regret in every line — and the courage it takes to stop hating yourself and try to heal.”