Life (TW: mention of molestation and suicide)

When I was 1, I didn’t know who I was.

When I was 2, I didn’t know how to listen.

When I was 3, I didn’t know everyone else could hear, something I couldn’t do.

When I was 4, I didn’t know I’d try killing myself 10 years later.

When I was 5, I didn’t know that I’d be dating someone secretly at 15 because my parents had this stupid rule.

When I was 6, I didn’t know that I was years away from puberty.

When I was 7, I didn’t know what they’d expect from me.

When I was 8, I didn’t know what condemned means.

When I was 9, I didn’t know I was growing up too early.

When I was 10, I didn’t know that starving myself was a problem.

When I was 11, I didn’t know my father was going to take advantage of my innocence.

When I was 12, I didn’t know what molestation was.

When I was 13, I didn’t know how to say “no” because fear controlled me.

When I was 14, I didn’t know there was hope.

When I was 15, I didn’t know he’d be so calm and not blame me for saying yes.

When I was 16, I didn’t know that he’d still love me.

I didn’t know, but I wish I had....