I know what all of us have thought: "It' is only me who feels this way, who lives like this, who only survives." And that is the first lie we hear, because then comes: "They're lying, they hate you, because how can anyone love you? You who are broken and healed crooked?" We who have heard these words know what I mean and then we get what they really are, silent words of poison from a place we do not dare see. Because how can we admit what's happened, that we became sick and rotten inside? Since our parents got stuck in the same shit as the rest of society, with a fucking disease we can't let go of. Because it's normal, isn't it? To drink and scream and bleed out is a human's lot. Yeah, it sure as hell is, if you choose to continue believing in the lies. So open your eyes and understand that you made me sick the day you knocked my mom up. That you put society's sins in me through your blood. A fucking hunt for perfection and hubris. Guess you were happy during the years I didn't get it, but now it's my turn. To taste the happiness and terror in putting words on things, and be able to say: "I grew up in abuse and addiction, just like you."
To all of you; From your daughter
