i know that you’ve got daddy issues, and i do too.
it’s crazy. that life could change so fast. so drastically. that standing up for myself would get me in such trouble.
life is full of choices. even though i faced many consequences, this choice was right. my father didn’t treat me right. i felt like he always told me what i did wrong, and never what i did right. he was strict, i was rebellious and stubborn. when i said no, he screamed in my face. took my phone and all. i refused to lose.
i started ignoring him i think. my memories around that time aren’t that clear. i wouldn’t talk to him at all. i didn’t smile around them, didn’t laugh. i was stubborn to stay mad. i’ve always forgiven him and mom quickly even though i was mad. he thought i wouldn’t be mad at him for long, so i proved him wrong. i wanted to kill myself. i didn’t want to live. mom took his side as well. it was all my fault apparently. my entire family was disappointed in me. i was emotionless, i was on the line to becoming reckless. i kept thinking, if one more thing happens - i’m gonna stop caring about everything. school, family, life in general. it was my dad & his wife against me. sometimes my mom. i was alone. the only friend i could speak to was suicidal as well and she always spoke of her problems. the days passed in a blur. i was empty, angry and depressed. i always kept thinking of life and death. it would be easy just to end my life right now. i could just open the window and jump. and everything would be over. i was so scared. scared of myself. what i had become. my thoughts. how easy it was just to end it all. but i didn’t.
these days i’m still not okay. it hurts a lot some days. i have trauma from that time a year ago. and i still suffer from the anxiety and i get mild panic attacks sometimes. it’s getting better i think. i’m trying to help myself. i have such a low self esteem. having a crush doesn’t help. it ruins a lot for me and i keep comparing myself to others and i keep walking around, mad or sad or whatever i’m feeling. sometimes i’m happy. but it’s times like this when i have nothing to do. nothing to distract myself with. those are the times when i realise i’m not actually okay, and i’m truly completely alone in that moment. my thoughts and i. and there’s nothing more scary than that.