I grew up with parents who just wanted a normal kid, and a brother who just wanted a normal sibling. I couldn't be that, and they hated me for it. A few months ago I made it clear that I wasn't going to tolerate being treated like trash. My family disowned me, and according to my mother, I'm no longer her son.
I never had any real friends through middle school and high school. I always felt like a leper, and people treated me that way. I didn't even have 3 non-family contacts for the student loans application. (That was depressing.)
After a mental breakdown, several trips to the mental hospital (anxiety/depression), I'm starting to work through this, but it's a slow process. I know I deserve more. I want to have a family, and to get back in school. It's just that some days, I'm putting everything I have into simply holding on.
I just wanted to say that for anyone else out there having troubles, you're not alone. We may not be in the same situation, but the feelings are similar. I just hope that nobody gives up. It wouldn't do ourselves justice.
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"Imagination is more important than knowledge."
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