Today is the day the last shred of happiness left my family. It first started with my momma, whose personal stress and failed attempts at everything began to make her miserable. It began to suck the life out of the rest of us. I don’t blame her however.
Then, came me… depression is a scary thing. I fake happiness with friends who love me and a boyfriend who stays with me in thick and thin, but wonder if he really does care. I don’t think I’m worth anything most of the time and even though I feel confident something triggers me not to…
Usually it’s a stressful situation, or an augment… or just my mental state. I want to go to counseling. I think I should just talk to my councilors at school now. My mom said she would but I think she’s hoping it’ll just go away.
It won’t, I’ll just figure it out myself since she won’t help me. For the first time I can say she literally doesn’t understand how I feel, no matter how I tell her.
I don’t want to die… I just want a new life away from all the negativity.
My brother today made an irrational decision. Screaming at my already stressed mother. He lost his favorite thing in the world: Baseball.
Today was the day I saw my brother’s happiness go away and his eyes stop shining.
Now we’re all sad, and lost…
Violently disliking each other.
I want to leave this house… I just want to be happy. I don’t want to have kids, in fear of being my mother, a single and sad woman, and I don’t want to be near anyone that’ll be there for me… they might turn on me and leave like so many others and I turn into my brother.
I rather be alone, it’s safer that way.
Alone and happy.
The world depresses me.
~Karielle C.