Literature
Reaching Out to Me
Have you ever wondered what it felt like to be left alone in a place where everything else was shrouded in pitch-black darkness and you have nowhere to go?
I always felt that way. I always did. Having to deal with my insecurities alone was a difficult one. I always felt like crap every time I messed up, like I knew that no matter what I did, and how hard I tried, it would never be enough. It would never be.
I sometimes had the urge to scream my heart out, to bang my head against the wall, to injure myself, to punish myself because of frustration and self-abhorrence. Much worse, I could recall moments wherein my slip-ups would lead to hurt f