About helping someone with a Psychiatric Disorder

About helping someone with a Psychiatric Disorder

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Beforehand I apologize for my poor grammar, english is not my mother tongue. I wrote this little text in an attempt to divulge some information to people who live with someone with a psychiatric disorder (depression, anxiety, bipolar disorder, among others). And if you have any disorder, hear this: You are not alone. There are people who love you, and you can learn ( or learn again) to love yourself. If you don't know how to talk about it and agree with my words, show this to your family and friends. Dealing with someone so ill is difficult, and I hope that what I have written brings some light and helps everyone.
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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