#Writing prompt 29

My voice matters because

My voice matters because when I was little I couldnt speak out.

I didnt have a choice back then, I couldnt say no. I was just abused and that was that.

My voice matters now, and I will do what I can to raise awareness of child abuse, mental illness, and most of all to raise awareness of the struggles I go through each day.

I matter, I am learning that, for years I believed I didnt, now I know thats not true.

When your given an opportunity, speak out. Its the only way to make people listen. Its the only way to show people how much your story means, and how what you’ve gone through has effected you.

Never ever give up. Speak out, be courageous, be brave, you matter, we all matter!

In response to sarah elizabeths writing prompt!


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Author: Carol Anne

I am a woman in my mid 30's. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

11 thoughts on “#Writing prompt 29”

  1. Hits very close to home difference I was tormented into silence by the sadistic trio and when I did try to reach out I was mocked and laugh at ” Told to stop telling stories I was absolutely horrified with agony believing I would never see the Sun Rise again after that night.

    As more and more reveal to me from Pandora’s twisted box of wicked deeds so does the level of violence and intensity I am subjected and made to play Hyde’s fucking games courtesy of Jekyll and It aka Mommy dearest.

    Fuck You …You will not break me I am here because of ME no one else I could had my life snuff out by that suka and no one would hear me scream or lashed out from vicious nature of It’s deeds.

    Yeah I am here because of ME


      1. Thanks Carol Anne

        The intensity seems be escalating I wake up in violent stirs with my nose bleeding which has not since I was a kid .

        Completely soaked from my body is chronic state of shock to the point I pass out how long it various but many times I know it too good to fucking last. That me laying to rest in peace is a just a cruel mirage of deception.

        So I take it when I can

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