I can’t talk about my problems to anyone because most people around me fail to understand why I’m suffering, and so I just bottle things up because people refuse to understand. People tell me to “forget about everything good that happened before” and try to “establish a new life”.
Everytime I try to talk about it to people, I just hit a wall.
It feels like hitting a brick every time when I try to say something.
It hurts, and I don’t think I can take it for long.
I know that they don’t care about my mental health. They care a lot about my physical health, but they don’t give a ■■■■ about how I feel. I know that psychosis is shameful to them since they haven’t told my brother about it. They refused to take me to church tomorrow because of COVID-19. I’ll be malnorished spiritually, emotionally and eventually physically. I’ll keep bottling things up and eventually I’ll die alone in some way. And there’s no way that I’m telling my family.
Life is unfair. And i hate myself because it’s my problem that I have trauma. No one cares anymore and they don’t want to care. Life used to be great but now I’m stuck at home 24/7 and everything reminds me of abuse and bullying. I’m worried about people exposing my identity and me having psychosis will defame and dishonour my family.
Anyway, this is my fault and I don’t expect things will get better. There’s no way I’m getting out of this.
Just wanted to say that I feel alone,but I know that everything in life has purpose of some kind.
Like,maybe the people you know now will change with better ones,when you leave this ones behind.
I pray,and know something will change my life…