Self-Introduction | The Reason Why I, a Child Who Couldn't Say 'Help Me', Am Here Today

Nice to meet you.
Thank you for stopping by here among so many other articles.

Let me tell you a little bit about my story.

From a young age,
violence and fear were a part of my daily life.
It was very painful at the time, but
I didn't have the option to say "help me."

However, when I went to school, there were adults who would stay by my side without judging me.
They were third-party adults—teachers—who didn't force me to be cheerful.

I couldn't talk about my home life, so the problems and suffering at home weren't solved right there, but
even so,
"There are adults who will just be with me."
That time, when I could feel that, was a little easier.

As a child who couldn't say 'help me',
"I'll probably end up resenting my parents and living a life of suffering..."
while feeling that despair,
I started studying psychology and reading self-help books when I was in elementary school.

Looking back now,
rather than wanting to be positive,
"How can I live without breaking?"
I think I was searching for that.

When I was in elementary school,
when I was in junior high school,
when I was in high school,
when I was in college,
and even after I became an adult,
there were times when I didn't know the meaning of living.

Even so, now,
"Living isn't so bad..."
thinking that,
I am living each day without regrets.

I, who couldn't say 'help me',
now spend my days listening to someone else's story.

To be honest,
I think that's the kind of adult I wanted to become.
While lost, while searching,
along the way, I realized I was here now.

I think this note is an extension of that.

If there is someone who, like I once did,
is holding onto feelings they cannot put into words,
I hope this can be a place where you can breathe just a little bit easier.
I would be happy if it could be such a place.

If you finish reading and don't feel anything—that's okay too.
Please, feel free to take a look at a distance that feels comfortable for you.