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Alone. Is what I felt when I told my mother about my "illness". Loneliness. Overwhelmed my small fragile body. Scared. As I walked into the building I would be living in for the next few months. Happiness. Filled my body when I met him. But I couldn't say the same for him. He didn't feel anything besides the pain he puts him self through. Forelsket. Is what I like to call it. It's the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love. But did he experience the same thing or was everything still numb. Can I fix him? Or is it to late.
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Hello beautiful people reading this. I Just wanted to make some disclaimers before you start reading this story. Some of the topics mentioned in this story could be triggering to some people. If you get triggered by stuff easily I would not recommend this story for you. I will always put a trigger waring if I believe a chapter may be triggering to some people. Another thing to know before reading is I am not trying to romanticize mental illnesses. I hope you enjoy my story please give me any feedback you may have.
