23 years ago, my "father" attempted an infanticide on young me (I wasn't even 3 yet, but I still have some memories unfortunately) and a feminicide on my mum, before doing the same thing to himself.
I wasn't supposed to survive, it was a "miracle", they all said. Then I was supposed to lose my hand but didn't thanks to a successful surgery, but I lost everything on that day and it's been a weight ever since.
My whole life became hell.