I thought things were getting better, I was wrong...,
My father just called the way I react to my depression selfish. He said I could choose the way I feel. I hate the word selfish!! I wish he knew that the only reason I don’t kill myself is because I don’t want to hurt him. I don’t think that’s selfish, do you? Telling me I’m selfish and should think about how others feel about my depression, doesn’t motivate me to try harder or get better. It causes me to panic. It causes me to think that the protective support I thought I had from them isn’t real. It makes me distrust everything you say. It makes me think I’m a burden and should just die. You’re pushing me towards death. If I’m such a selfish burden, then I’ll just leave this earth so you don’t have to deal with me. I was going to try and fight this. I needed your support to help me do it. I needed your understanding to help me fight. But, it was all lies. You’re a liar, and now I want to die, Good Job Dad…,
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