I’ve never thought of suicied. I’m too afraid of pain. But I guess it can be the easier way to go. I have an amazing boyfriend who tries to help me with my problems. But while he’s tending the tree, the roots are still being eaten away.
My dad doesn’t really respect anyone, himself, my mom, or especially me. He only cares that you can earn your keep, not your feelings. Not how his constant ups and downs, tantrums, and screams murder me, little bits at a time.
I don’t like complaining, much less being a burden, especially on those I love. I know many people have it worse than me. In fact, many of the people on this site inspire me with their courage to tackle their demons the way they do. I confront him, only to hit his wall, hear his screams, and give up; go off to lick my wounds.
I hope you all continue to conqure your demons.
You give me hope.
Thanky you.