look, all im gonna say is the person i was a year ago, two years ago, three years ago, six months ago even, etc. is not who i am now. i am 100% open to talking to anyone who wants to talk to me personally and not through an anonymous feature. but i will not stand for someone having a blog dedicated to trying to strip me of my growth. was i a shit person in the past, hell yes i was. do i regret it, hell yes i do. do i expect forgiveness, nope. but i’m sorry, amanda, i’ve changed. it’s kind of crazy to me, because honestly, i dont look at your blog but i’ve been told about the posts you make about you want to die and you wish you weren’t born and truthfully, it breaks my heart because i’ve been there. for the past six years, i’ve wanted the same. and no one has hated me as much as i did.
but the person i am today is a person i am proud of. i put myself through therapy. i worked on myself every day. i changed myself and not for you people. i did it for me. and while yes, i know there are people who hate me and want me to apologize and 1000% would love to talk to you people personally, if and when you’re ready. because you deserve a personal apology and not some public one that will be ripped apart by people who spread hate.
but you do not get to take away my growth as a person. none of you do.
i worked too damn hard on myself to let you guys try and tear me down. i have made my changes and if you don’t like it or accept then fine. but it’s who i am. i carry my mental illness around with pride because despite everything, i survived my inner demons and i continue to work on that shit every day. i am an entirely different person and if you dont want to see that that’s okay. that’s your business. but to the people who want to see me become the person i was before and want to paint a certain picture… you’re not gonna get it.
i was a hurt person who hurt people. i admit it. i know i was trash and i know i was problematic and you can cancel me all you want.
but at the end of the day. i did what was needed for myself. i repaired what was broken. i took a good hard look in the mirror and changed. and none of you are going to take that away from me, no matter how hard you try.
and it really does shock me that we write in a community that thrives on character development. that wants to see change. that is often making posts about wanting people to change and always being there for people with mental illness. yet the second someone does, it’s not good enough. and you dont have to forgive me, like i said.
but amanda, the only judge of my progress and how i managed my mental illness and how ive changed, is me.
and you can call it an excuse all you want. but here’s the thing. six years ago, i was raped. and if you don’t want to believe me, you can look it up too there’s articles and a police report public. and i was left alone. i was abandoned by the people around me because they didn’t know what to do and that’s in the police report.
and in response i hated everyone because of it. was it wrong for me? yes.
but again, i was a survivor of rape. left alone like i was trash.
and i’ve spent six fucking years fixing myself. and building myself up. and i’m sorry but some girl from australia who i will never meet is not taking that away from me.
so yes, the person i was before was awful. and i want to talk to those i hurt because i regret it deeply and i know my actions weren’t okay. but like hell are any of you going to try and diminish my progress because i worked too fucking hard on myself and i am PROUD of the person i am today. i am proud that i survived this. and i am gonna spend every day for the rest of my life working on myself. and if you guys don’t like it then fine. but there’s no resolution this. no apology is good enough for some of you and that’s okay. but im not gonna give in to people who refuse to see growth and let people change for the better. you don’t get to erase my changes. you don’t have the power to belittle me.
and when we all retire from tumblr. im still gonna be proud of the person i became and im still gonna be working on me.