i was one of those kids who actually had a mental issue and everyone knew it. but nobody addressed it. i used to have piles upon piles of stuffed animals that i considered my only friends because i didnt trust anybody around me. i only trusted my brothers 19 year old friend who was the first one to try to help me with my problems i stood by as my brother went to the therapist i was the one to break up my brothers fighting all the time i was the one to watch in fear as my parents argued in front of me i was the only one who watched my mom get taken away in front of me and i was the one that nobody cared about. only my dad he was alwayzs there for me god knows my brothers only saw mw as an annoying brat and all i wanted was help but it never came because when i had an actual breakdown they did nothing but ignore me

it wasn't really a problem for me until i turned 10 and it got worse i was more aware of what was happening around me and what had happened around me worst part was moving from my home town losing everything i knew and everyone i trusted it was all gone and all i had was family i knew nothing about all because my mom ****ed up my dad worked full shifts all night just to keep me and my brothers alive and with him being 14 now and realizing how close i was to being taken away by child protective services im so ****ing lucky im here now and i am happy that i am i love my dad so much

and if you are close friends with me you would know the everyday battle i have to keep myself alive. i dont want to die but i want to be dead i feel like its all my fault because my mom even said nothing bad happened until i was born she basically says its my fault I have fought against my mind and my demons for years upon years its a ****ing miracle im still alive