This post is going to be cringe and angsty, you have been warned.
I miss my family even though I live with them. My dad is playing halo with his friends, my sibling is reading a book, and my mom is watching a show, all in the two rooms adjacent to me. We had family dinner this evening and talked about our days. I didn’t talk about what I read so we wouldn’t start fighting. My dad had to come comfort me and remind me that monsters aren’t real a few weeks ago, but based on the annoyance and frustration in his voice it was the last time I could go to him for comfort. I tried to talk to my mom about my own and our family’s financial situations but she got too overwhelmed and had to go take a nap so again, we got nowhere. I’m caught between to mindsets when it comes to my sibling, do I actually talk about my thoughts and feelings with them and potentially get them to see some things differently, or do I let them stay in their ignorant bliss. Sometimes I wish I could return to that ignorance, even if it never really brought bliss. At least when I was ignorant I had at three people I could turn to, God took the fourth for reasons that are still unknown to me. I wish I could talk to my family about my thoughts and ideas without it becoming an argument, I wish I could talk about my feelings and suicidal thoughts without it becoming “manipulation”. It sucks so badly, because when I was suicidal then, I was met with compassion and help. I feel like even if I was suicidal about the same things I am right now back then, maybe they might have understood and possibly even changed. But I worry that if I talk about it now, my mom won’t be able to think about it, my dad will say I’m brainwashed and being manipulative, and my sibling might be drug down with me. At least one sibling never had to see me like this, much like how they are at their best in my memory, so too will I be in theirs. Maybe when I see them again someday, they’ll understand me.
Before I end this I want everyone who read this to know what I am not in any danger, I will never actually do anything to hurt myself, and I am in therapy once a week so hopefully someday I’ll feel better. I don’t really have anyone outside of my therapist to talk to about these things so I brought it here. Bad idea? Maybe, but I couldn’t think of anything else












