Sylvanna Devlin

I wake up every day wishing I hadn’t.

I have to actively chose to live every day

New medication might help.

And I’m trying it.

But my circumstances are such that your toll-bot was set to kill.

You all (the ones harassing me) think you’re the center of the universe and have “just one thing” and dogpile me with cumulative abuse.

You complain my natural voice is too audible, my looks can’t be real, my intelligence- thanks to severe cognitive abuse isn’t there, my attempts to be kind are meaningless because no one believes that of me.

You are all strangers to me, with only lies and and vague memories to fill the gaps. Some truth you don’t want to believe.

And you dogpile, push, prod, and reduce.

I’m done being minimized by you.