After my mental health deteriorated to nothingness we had to open up, well i did.
Years of never asking for help, numbing myself then been chucked into the world of being open to various therapists, nurses and doctors.
I remember asking my family about this and how they felt about it, it would mostly end up with my father shouting and saying everything i was feeling was wrong, or i made it up, of course,
this would break anyone’s heart, hearing something you’ve struggled with for years just being dismissed as ’ attention seeking ’ and ‘fake’,
the pain becomes more real when been drumming into your head every weekend from your own loved one. which brings a question into my mind,
‘should i carry on loving this person?“
this question will roam around my head for years and i still don’t know the answer to that question, maybe it because I’m less angry or because I’m so numb right now that i cant feel anything.