I’ve been mentally ill since I was 11 years old. First it was trauma, then anxiety, then generalized depressive disorder… I’m 18 now and have just been rediagnosed yet again with bipolar disorder with psychotic traits. I hate myself so much. I’m fat and disgusting and really messed up in the head. I live alone and my family just don’t want to hear about it. One of my strengths in my non childhood was my father and now hes dead. Every day is a struggle and I just give up. This is too hard. I’m exhausted and I don’t think anyone cares anyway. I don’t even know why I’m bothering to write this if my own family can’t bring themselves to even listen to me why would people who don’t even know me. I want to die, I am just a waste of space and tax dollars.
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Well then you’d better start living for yourself then, huh? If your family doesn’t care about you, pay no mind to them. Your real job is to make yourself happy, not your family, not you friends, just you. If your family isn’t happy with the way you make yourself truly happy, then forget them. Don’t separate yourself completely, no don’t do that, but just ignore the negative comments they say. It isn’t worth beating yourself up over what OTHER people think of you. What other people think is none of your damn business.
You’re so right 🙂