I fall asleep thinking I might feel better when I wake up.
Doesn’t happen.
I feel scared this isn’t going away.
No one takes me seriously about the emotional pain at all.
It isn’t like a simple feeling.
I told my mom how desperately I feel the need to get away, but it’s like she isn’t there.
Everything I tell her. She isn’t there.
Even if someone is nice, it hardly feels real too.
I feel like I’m in a dessert.
There’s no one there. Just cold.
My blood feels cold too.
I’m sorry you are going through this. I wish there was something I could say or do to help. It sounds like your stuck in a kind of hell on earth. I remember being stuck in depressions before where nothing anyone said or did could get through to me to help me. It was the most horrible times of my life. I still don’t know how I ever got through it but I did. All I can say is hold on and it will get better. I know that’s no consolation right now. I do hope you feel better.
I have to get tooth removed, but she’s not taking me seriously about that either.
Even gets an attitude.
She doesn’t understand. The last visit I might have been able to go through with it, but it wasn’t easy at all.
Recovery wasn’t pleasant either.
She doesn’t get it at all. I would say it would be best for her not to get it though.
She wouldn’t want to.
I try to stare at the walls just hoping something would happen. Like loss of consciousness or a really strong hallucination that I don’t come back from.
This whole family is just unbelievable to me.
I feel I have to try hard to keep my head on straight.
I keep telling my nieces they don’t have to put up with their dad taking their money. They can just leave.
They don’t.
They’re in a much better position than I was growing up, but they get caught up in drama. Inside and outside the home.
It’s just all a bad joke.
And it’s like I’m waiting for the punch line.
Cat litter was full for weeks before I decided to clean it. Not even my cats.
The gall… My brother actually saying he wants to claim disability when he can and has worked. He just chooses not to take care of his pets or himself.
My mom doesn’t even acknowledge that he’s abusive towards me. Just acts like it’s because we’re different. (And somehow that makes his language and hitting okay?..)
Someone hijacked my real family. Can’t be real.
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