All I want is to be okay. All I get is worse. I just want help but I’m too prideful to ask. And when I did. I got yelled at for not even talking to my mom about my problems. But that would end bad, since she’s one of them and God knows I’ll never trust someone who almost drug me to my grave.
Suicide is an option I can’t have. For though I would love it; the escape. I wouldn’t be able to leave him…Its cliche I suppose but he’s my foundation, without him I would truly collapse.
Lately I’ve just gotten worse and I can’t even talk to him. I can’t talk to anyone. I lowered my walls and that was the worst decision ever so this time I’ll build them higher and hide everything. Its the only safe way.
This is the only place I’ll reveal it. Anonymously and safely.
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my case is similar to yours.
im too proud to ask for help too.