I’m caught in a trap where if I don’t portray my depression, I’m not really depressed. But if I express sadness, I should stop feeling sorry for myself.
I don’t mind the harsh truths about life. I actually embrace them. I’m much better prepared to handle things when I have at least an idea of what to expect.
Dear mom, how can I help you understand my mind, if I do not understand it myself? I need help. I am struggling to fight all these nightmares all on my own.
This is for any of you out there who are victims of parentification – who had to ‘be the parent’ instead of having a parent. Whose childhood was stolen.