I J's wanted to vent ,i don't have friends,so bear with me for a little
Hey,I’ve been debating whether to post this or not. It’s honestly more of a vent than a search for solutions, because a part of me feels like it’s already given up.
I’m a 20-year-old female, and I’ve lived with continuous abuse and violence for as long as I can remember. Even so, it feels like I haven't really lived at all. My memories of childhood are blurry and disjointed, but I know there wasn't any happiness,just violence, bullying, and harassment. Between the ages of 10 and 13, I was harassed by three different men: a neighbor, and two brothers who each owned local sewing shops. I never told my family because they were abusive themselves, so I carried it all alone.
Lately, I’ve been having recurring nightmares about a predator going after a little girl while everyone stands by, unable or unwilling to save her—including me. I thought about reporting those men to the police, but I have no physical evidence, I’ve never seen a therapist, and I live in a very traditional, strict environment where speaking out would only bring more harm to me. It breaks my heart knowing other children might be suffering the same way while I stay silent, but I feel completely powerless.
Yesterday, it hit me just how repetitive and unending this life is. I'm constantly hypervigilant—reading people’s expressions and moods, never able to rest or drop my guard. My life doesn't feel like my own. Expressing a disagreement leads to being degraded; refusing a task because I’m exhausted or unable to do it leads to physical beatings. My body is covered in scars I constantly try to hide. Yesterday, I was beaten again, leaving fresh marks on my arms and back, simply because I was too exhausted to do the laundry.
A few months ago, I attempted suicide. I took medication, but as it set in, I became terrified of dying. I survived, only to end up crying and feeling ashamed that I couldn't escape. I had been working so hard to save money and get out, but everything fell apart. Continuing on just feels impossible when you are this bone-weary.
Right now, I am completely drained—whether it's severe burnout from pushing myself too hard or my depression pulling me back down. I feel consumed by guilt for feeling "useless." My mom is grieving the recent death of her mother, and on top of that, we are facing an urgent crisis to reclaim our home after selling it to my uncle, and we need to clear things up and settle the situation (nfarghohalo w nkhrjo). I want to be there to support her, but I have nothing left inside to give.
I’m just so incredibly tired
Eh😮💨I wanna die