Boundaries

by SphericalRainbow

Gumi liked writing. She had been confident in it for a while-as long as she could remember. She enjoyed sharing her work, watching the reactions her peers-in-person or across seas-would make. Someone different felt different emotions, and reached out to compliment the work, but a message can change the world, even if it's just one person's. Rated M for content, read disclaimer.

Just a disclaimer before this story is started.

First of all, no, Dynamic Duo wasn't forgotten about, I'm just stupid and stopped mid-thought and now have writer's block. I'm making myself work more later because yay for quarantine.

Second, about this story before I begin. I'm a big advocate for self-advocating. This story is a true story, all legality has been put aside for now, but there's some heavy themes in here. Explicit counts of suicide, self-harm, and sexual assault/abuse. It's time my story is heard.

I've never been public about my story—I've been way too terrified—but I'm out of therapy and speaking is my coping.

So now, I will speak.