The Diary of Jane

Trigger warning: mental health issues, abuse, suicide, bullying People aren't born broken. People are made broken by society, by family, by people they love and care about. People are made broken by the mirror they see in other people's faces that morph into their own realities of what they see when they look in the actual mirror. It can happen at any moment in one's life. It can happen as a baby, as a toddler, as a child, as a teenager, or even as an adult. It can be the cold shoulder of a mother who doesn't hug their children or show affection. It can be the laughter of other children when they view you as different, funny-looking, or fat. It can be the face of a teenage boy who had never been taught to respect others and instead spends every waking moment taking a dig at others to seem cooler. It can be the grown adult shouting out the window "whale" as they drive by you standing at a gas station. But as I said, people aren't born broken. They're molded into it, and I was not the exception. I was born and named Christine Jane Addison, but everyone calls me Jane.