"It’s hard to write down everything that I want to say, because if I try to do that, I’ll end up spilling a life story that I don’t think everybody has time for, so I will try and keep it in the present.
In Morocco, mental health is not seen as a priority, hell, it’s not even seen as real. Suicide is a coward’s choice, ADHD is disobedience, depression is just sadness. It’s in this hellhole that I grew up in, unaided until the brink, pushed away until I almost broke. It’s from this that I made several promises to myself, because I did not want anybody to go through my experiences, to go through my pain and my suffering if they didn’t need to. I broke one of those promises yesterday, and when I came down from my rage, all that was left for me was a sea of regret.
Who am I to judge someone of their sorrows, when they’re bettering themselves to move past them? Who am I to tell someone what they are and what they aren’t, when I don’t even know the answer to that question of myself? Who am I to stand above someone else, when my flaws are as prominent as them? And who am I to be the one to tell someone the most vile of things, when they are just as much of a human as I am?
For the few minutes in my rage, I ignored every single construct that made me who I was, and devolved into the toxic cesspool that I was raised in. I became just as bad as those who beat me down when I was at my lows, when all I was trying to do was to better myself. And in that moment of realization, I cried. I cried for the first time in a long, long while. I couldn’t remember the last time I did. I became the people I said I would never be.
I wish there was a way to show you what I feel right now. I still feel wronged, I still feel unfairly treated, but I should have approached you in earnest instead of letting it bubble the way it did. I cannot begin to describe the regret I feel for how I treated you the last 9 days, the constant poking and prodding at you to elicit a reaction, the offhand comments I made to make you second-guess yourself. I regret being someone that made your life worse instead of better, that actively sought to try and degrade your mind instead of strengthen it. I regret lashing out the same way I was lashed out at.
I’m sorry for having put you through hell and back for the sake of satisfying the sadistic urge that came from my hatred for you. I’m sorry for having put you in the state of mind where you contemplated walking because of my existence, and I’m sorry for having made this game no longer a safe place for you to co-exist in, simply because of my actions. I’m sorry for not having come to you earlier about my issues with you, and not settling it like grown adults together at the table, with no prejudice and no malice. I cannot offer you much as solace and as penance for my actions, but I will always leave my door open for you, no matter what, like I should have from the very beginning."
a paragraph i'm not forgetting.