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Introduction




First of all, my names Brittney but people call me Sin. If you knew me, you would too think I'm mean and heartless. I live in America and I’m also a poet and that is what I'll be posting for the most part. Even though my name is Sin, I will be not putting my name anymore but instead, I will be putting [-The Voice of Much Madness]. If you would like to know why keep reading.
Now, I won’t say my whole story but I will say this, for over a year now depression, self-harm, and suicidal thoughts have been taking over my brain. Know, I don’t want any of you to be thinking ‘stay strong’ or any of that shit; I AM okay. I have been told it all and I’m looking for any of that thank you. Now, I am starting this blog to talk about Mental Health but to also talk about things I feel strongly about. Why you may ask? I want to be heard! I want to let people know how I feel! I want to tell people its okay to tell how you feel.
Some of my posts might be tips on depression/ anxiety while others might be the stress of school. I’m not sure how long each one will be but I will write as much as I can. That's really it, I know it was short but it was just the introduction. I hope you enjoy!!

If you have something you want me to talk about please, comment down below!!

-The Voice Of Much Madness

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