Dear Mum,
You'll never see this, I wrote this to vent. I have bipolar depression, but you wouldn't know that. I have severe social anxiety, but you haven't noticed. Sometimes I can't sleep because of night terrors, but you don't care. Sometimes I have mental breakdowns, but you don't here them. Sometimes I cut myself, but you haven't seen the scars. Sometimes I wish you noticed what I'm going through on my own, but I know you'd say I was faking. Sometimes I wished you and Dad would believe what I say, but I know you won't.
I wish you'd of read this letter but I know you'll never get the chance, I'll never give you the chance because if you read this letter then you might know more about me then anyone else and I'm not ready to open up. you cant know about the horrible things in my head and you can't know about the nightly mental breakdowns. you can't know because you'll be concerned and you already have to take care of three children, you don't need mental disorders added to your plate of things to care about. you don't need the stress I have, you don't have to deal with my mental state so I won't let you
The mental breakdowns are silent because I have taught myself not to disturb others. The scars are unseen because I've learned to hide them. The social anxiety and bipolar depression are unnoticed because i have had to hold in so many emotions and opinions im not sure i could truly share them even if i wanted to. these are things I've learned with my broken mental state, are you proud of me yet?
-Your Youngest.
YOU ARE READING
Letters Unwritten, Messages Unsent
De TodoThis'll be where I dump all the things I've wanted to tell people but haven't, the messages ive written but been to scared to send, the letters with things I want people to know but haven't had the guts to send to them.
