Lost hope for a better future from "summary" of A Child Called It by Dave Pelzer
As my mother's abuse escalated, my young mind began to lose faith in the idea of a better tomorrow. Each day brought more pain, more suffering, more despair. I clung to the hope that things would improve, that one day my life would change for the better. But as the abuse continued unabated, that hope began to fade. It was like a flickering candle in a dark room, slowly burning out until there was nothing left but darkness. I tried to hold on to my dreams, my aspirations, but they slipped through my fingers like sand. My mother's cruelty crushed my spirit, leaving me hollow and broken. I couldn't see a way out, a way to escape the nightmare that had become my reality. The future seemed bleak, a vast expanse of emptiness stretching out before me. I watched other children play, laugh, and love their parents, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Why couldn't that be me? Why couldn't I have a loving family, a happy home? But those were just fantasies, illusions that taunted me from afar. In my world, there was only pain, only suffering, only despair. And so, I resigned myself to my fate. I accepted that things would never get better, that I was doomed to a life of misery and torment. I became numb to the abuse, to the violence, to the degradation. I shut myself off from the world, retreating into a shell of self-preservation. But even in the darkest moments, a glimmer of hope remained. It was a tiny spark, barely visible, but it refused to be extinguished. It whispered to me in the dead of night, urging me to hold on, to keep fighting, to never give up. And so, I clung to that flicker of hope, no matter how faint it seemed. For in that tiny flame lay the possibility of a better future, a future where I could be free from the chains of my past.
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