The reality just hit me, I didn’t think I’d make it past 11. What am I doing? What have I been doing? What’s my life now? It’s better, 100%, but why is it that I’ve had more mental breakdowns than when I was homeschooled. Suicidal thoughts seem normal as of now, just a fleeting thought before it’s quickly washed away. And with it my attempts at confronting anything.
I'm a coward, no two ways about it. I'm hiding my true self, blending into my friends. And sometimes I get so mad at them, they're horrible to me and people I know. Yet I know it's cause they were raised that way. They were mentally abused.
I've brought it up to my therapist, she says that I can be friends with her and keep my bounderies. So I'll try to keep that promise.
