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I realized that’s how I got out. Others fought for me. They kept on speaking the words to me that I didn’t want to hear. They kept at it. And I for some reason kept on attending and even though I shrugged off every word I still heard it and took it. And now after time. It sinks in. slowly but surely. It just clicks. Sounds somewhat simple and somewhat un-realistic or just not helpful. But that’s how it happened for me. Things just ended up clicking. Of course there’s more to it. A lot. But. Maybe, I cant help others by telling them how I got out, cos I cant explain it that great. But maybe just the fact I did is what will help. Its not the explanation of how. Its just the evidence of now. I guess I hesitate to just let it go like this. Cos I understand how it feels to be so stuck and have someone say things to you that are just so irrelevant and unhelpful. I never want to do that. Cos I get how real it is. To be in that prison. It was unbelievably real. And heck. I got out. So slowly. But I surely did. There is hope. And its not circumstantial. There’s choices to be made. There’s steps to take. There’s words to say. There’s things to do. Everyday will be your chance. And its your choice whether or not you’ll make a decision each time.