Restating my goal in life, my motives, but also a bit about myself. Warning; mentions of pedophillia, sexual assault, suicide, and politics

I have been on spacehey for a relatively short time, I'm only a paragraph in its story, but I want to try and effect some of its chapters. Especially when it comes to politics and people praying on minors, since those are the 2 things that heavily effected me as a child. I have mentioned this before, but I have been sexually abused by my father, and I grew up pretty unaware of how shitty the world was since my mom shielded me away from it. Like a seraphim who was scarred by humanity and their cruel games, she hid me and my siblings under her wings. But of course, one day I chose to step out of those wings and I got to see the horrors of the world. Every day I was slowly pushed down, traumatized, and hurt. And at one point, I wanted and tried to kill myself. But, obviously I wasn't successful, now was I? I'm not religious or anything, but something stopped me each time. Never knew what it was, but it kinda morphed me into who I am. Where I stand, my ultimate goal, I guess. I joined here, a bit worried about what I'd be put through since all my life I've been the butt of the joke. But, to my surprise, I ended up finding people who showed me a second perspective. A perspective I never knew, one I never understood. Now I already had a decent group of friends, but we all have our ups and downs and one day I wanted to find more people. So I joined here, found a small base of friends, and started being more social. So I started writing blogs, and I didn't get many comments at first, maybe some talking about the topic, but nothing really explaining how they thought of me. And I was happy like that, I was happy they liked my writings enough to say something to me, or say something at all honestly. But suddenly, I started hearing things that confused me, things I was never told before. Sometimes it was just the simple comments I'm used to, but suddenly I started getting things like "thank you for this information" which doesn't seem all that meaningful, but to me it was something not many ever said to me, especially not someone who didn't even know my name. And after a while I adapted, having something to respond with. But then I suddenly had people saying "we need more people like you" or "You're a saint", those are what shocked me. Because for the longest time I was under the impression that I was a shitty person, who never really did anything meaningful or useful. But suddenly I was getting told they saw me as someone who they could trust, someone they admired, someone they cared for. And it made me realize there's more to me than I thought, i was just so blinded by self hatred. And honestly, I still am, but I'm getting better. I finally realized, I'm not exactly a shitty person, I'm nowhere near perfect, but I'm not what I was told growing up, I'm not useless or shitty. I find creeps and warn people, try to shine light on dark themes, remind people that hope still exists, but I also balance it out by mentioning my flaws and trauma. I'm still 16, after all. The average human lives to about 87-98 years, so I might as well stay and try helping people out whenever I can. Now all I need to learn, is how to not overdo it. It's going to be a long journey, but I'm glad to have everyone here to support me. I can't even say how much I am happy y'all are here, and how much I really care for y'all. My mother was the scarred seraphim that helped me and stayed with me, so now it's time for me to do the same thing. This is what I was made for, I guess. It's why I am still standing, in 2025, to remind people that there's still hope. Even in the smallest places, like someone's spacehey blogs. And maybe, just maybe, we can all learn something together, no matter what happens... 

-f0rm1d0l0sus_primavera.