Some friends I’ve made throughout my ward stays sometimes share news articles on social media about how hard it is to be a relative or next of kind to someone with a mental illness.
Page up and down about how the parents constantly worry about their children even when they’re having a good period, how the family members are stressed and exhausted and lying awake at night.
I just feel like a shite for having put my family through those things
I’m already having a day where I just feel like I’m a burden simply by being alive, and I was just about to call it a day, but now I’m not sure I can sleep even if I try.
I’m so tired of feeling like I should apologise for being alive.
And that overwhelming feeling that everyone’s lives would be better in the long run if I wasn’t in it, doesn’t exactly seem to go away…
What do?