Around when I turned 16-19 it felt like my sanity was walking on a tightrope and I was trying to hard not to fall into legit craziness. Then of course one day I fell. At that moment I knew I was ruined and broken but of course my family doesn’t understand why my brain works the way it does. Just like I can’t understand how they’ve never felt insane like me. Well I remember being on the tightrope and I knew i was getting close to falling so I feel hoping for support. But my support didn’t understand my problems at all, due to our lack of empathy for each others experiences.
















