Before I Let Go

I didn't know what this book was about or what it looked like, but when my mom was listing off books I could read then she said this one and was about to say another book title when I said "that one" from the moment I heard this name I knew it was a book worth reading. What made me interested in the name was because, I don't know how but I really felt that it was calling me. This happens to me a lot for instance if I'm looking for pictures on the internet for any kind of self comfort or hope, hope that no matter what I wont let society get a hold on me and drag me down one loss, one sin, one insult, one anything. But the thing that some people might think odd is that when I look at those images of people happy I look for a image where there is one or more flaws, not the images where they are genuinely happy, but the ones where I can I don't know how, but I can tell that the person, or the people, or maybe one person surrounded by actual happy people, the one who is faking it the one who is hurt, sad, alone. Alone even if everyone loves them, adores them, that doesn't change that fact that they feel...alone. I relate to this book, not that I feel the need to die, but I feel like I'm lost that I'm alone that I'm hurt. I am Bipolar it's true when I was young before I was adopted by my other relatives I was sexually, mentally, physically abused my great aunt the one who adopted me was to but longer that I ever was I got adopted, my adoptive mom didn't I was adopted when I was 3, she lived in that world till she was 18 her mom hated her, she went to college with help from the state, she had 2 sisters one her age one younger, when she was in college met her husband my great uncle/ father her little sister wanted to be like her she wanted to be in a better world she was only a few years younger then her, then a tragic accident cost her life she got involved with some bad people the people were drunk got in a car crash and she was killed the one sister that actually tried to be a good person my mom's other sister didn't change until she had grandchildren she was my grandma until I was adopted. But since I never had a good life as a toddler and younger I was horrible to my adoptive mom I absolutely despised her I said horrible things to her but as I grew I loved her but it didn't change the fact that I didn't want her to be my mother, until I turned twelve I learned her past I learned that she went all of her life up to 18 the life I only lived for 3 years. So I believe that we should NEVER ever judge, hate, hurt, jump on anyone until we know who they really are.

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