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Hannah Ellis

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A Letter to the Addicts and Alcoholics

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By Hannah Ellis
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To those who wander endless wastelands: You have seen the depths of hell. Dragged yourself through heavy, muddied pits. Some would watch you drag your weakened body and see you as a lost and broken cause. But I see you. I see the weight that you have carried. I see how despite everything — you trudge forward. I see a warrior. You have done many things — things you never imagined you would do. Some would scoff and grimace at you and call you a criminal. But I see you.
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Ruin and Resurrection

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By Hannah Ellis
| Medium
I was young and naive — accustomed to adorning different masks. Masks to fit in, to belong. Masks to hide, to bury myself beneath. Masks molded to others’ liking and shaped by their expectations. I was lost and broken — drowning in an ocean of pain, swallowed up by turbulent waves of shame. I enclosed myself behind walls, intended for protection of my mind, heart, and soul. I was desolate and a devotee to misery — company to those who justified my low self-worth.
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Run

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By Hannah Ellis
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Run You stood there—blue eyes burning bright beneath the streetlight. Run. I looked at you, intrigued by your charm and charisma, willingly frozen as I threw myself off the cliff. Run. Deep down, I always knew you were death dressed up as a knight in shining armor. Run. I silenced the warning bells—my soul’s desperate pleas to leave it be— buried them deep, hoping I’d gotten it wrong. Run. You coated your lies in sticky-sweet honey, and I devoured every drop, no questions asked. Run.
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