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0 By D.S.
You came into my life a stranger. You took away my worth, my strength, my voice – you left me confused and broken.
I became a stranger without a voice.
I’m starting to get to know the me you left behind. I may be bruised and scared, but day by day, I find a little more strength to face you.
One day I will find my voice and, with my tears, face all my fears.
No longer will you be the stranger but the fire that burns inside of me, the fire that will inspire me.
I will find my voice
I may be broken, but even the most beautiful things get broken and pieced back together stronger than before.
I’m not there yet but I’m growing; the fire is starting to burn. The anger for all the unanswered questions is starting to rage and will never be extinguished.
No longer will you be the stranger in the street, but my rapists getting what they deserve.
You may have scared me, but I will not be ashamed.
I will, one day, find my voice and turn my pain into something positive for others.
UNITED STATES
UNITED KINGDOM
The drug industry and the general public are investing heavily to produce newer drugs and hi-fi gadgets and support system for life style diseases. But nothing for psychiatry. This is sheer discrimination. Govt also party to this.