I went trough my gallery and found this photo of my old room and of course inspiration struck. I apologize if this upsets anyone but I want you to know I'm going to therapy and I'm making a lot of progress. For some background, this was my room when I was sixteen, I had moved states (I'm Australian) about two years beforehand and felt very alone since I didnt fit in at school, I was emotionally and physically abused by my mum while she was also dependant on me to take care of my siblings (it wasn't till last year I found out she was a drug addict), I had been through a toxic relationship with my first boyfriend (who I dated again bout a year ago but thats another story) and with all this going on, I was questioning my identity, was body shamed by mother and ex and constantly questioning my mental health which brings me to the text, I told my mum bout my self harm, suicidal thoughts etc but she refused to get me help, my therapists explanation for this was cause my mum was isolating me and knew that my mental health would expose her abuse and manipulation. On a brighter not, I moved away almost a year ago and now live with my father (who I managed to get into contact with him when I was seventeen turning eighteen cause my mum basically chased him away when I was a toddler), I'm getting help, I've been recognized as being severely depressed and will be put on medications soon and my therapist suspects I have derealization disorder but I'm reclaiming my life and taking steps to improve it.
