I think I’m depressed...
I never want to do anything, and I always have this emptiness inside me. Sometimes I just want to not exist anymore. Some times are worse than others.
Sometimes I can almost believe that I’m not. That I’m a normal teenage girl, with a normal family, and a normal life.
Other times I’m in my room sobbing, not wanting to even go on with my life. Because I remember that I don’t have a normal family.
My family is broken.
My heart is broken.
My life is broken.
My biological parents divorced when I was too young to even understand what was going on. I was only old enough to understand that my mom wasn’t living with me anymore.
I was abused (more than one way) by my older brother for years before I got up the courage to tell someone.
My dad remarried, only to divorce yet again.
So much crap has been dropped on my family for as long as I can remember, and I can’t... I can’t deal with all of it. I want to forget. I want to stop.
Honestly, I’m scared. I don’t know what to think. Or if I’m going to be able to deal with anything else.