Things my Mother taught me.

Im not good enough

It's always my fault

I make trouble

I exaggerate

She should never have had me

Im slow and lazy

Im fat

Im unloveable 

Im a disappointment

Im weak

Im over sensitive

Im useless

Im not attractive 

How to sew

No Hope

Today there has been no hope. No hope for help.  No hope for fighting for what we need. No hope for the support we need to heal.  When things get hard even the best people start to back away,  make excuses, pretend they aren't involved. Today we wonder if there truly is anyone that can help us heal. 

We have said before that hope is the key to survival.  Without hope there is nothing to live for. 

We don't want to die but we can't live our life void of hope either. 

Something will come up, people say, but they are merely empty platitudes to calm their own fear of hopelessness. 

We don't want to die never having left our mark in this world. We would prefer to see justice,  but that seems impossible. We feel to weak for vengeance.  We feel forgotten,  beaten down,  invisible . Please don't let us die this way.  Please may our life have meaning.  Please.