Breaking the Silence

Hello, lovey—

can we have a conversation?

I know you’re going through a lot right now.

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She just left

and she said it’s my fault.

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Honey, none of this is your fault.

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Yes, it is.

I make everyone’s life miserable

and everyone seems to hate me.

I hate myself.

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They are adults, responsible for their actions.

You’re twelve.

They chose how to treat you—

you’re their scapegoat

when they need to let off steam.

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But that isn’t fair.

Why do they do that to me?

Why does she do that to me?

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I know it’s hard to understand—

it took us years to learn

why they make us feel this way.

Even now, they still try.

But we remember our worth.

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I’m worthless.

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You’re anything but.

You are so valuable.

Soon you’ll find people

who love and treasure you.

I see you pondering in silence—

our default place.

Let me be the voice that breaks it:

It was—and never will be—your fault.

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Are you sure?

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Positive.

You are a child.

You make mistakes.

You fight back—and you never stop.

Your voice is powerful.

You are powerful.

You are loved by many,

and by me.

I will always come back to you,

to help you.

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Thank you.

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Remember your strength:

you can get through this.

I know you can, baby.