*sigh* My mental health is downhill… So much mental fog, so much… My head hurts… …I better explain So I have some friends irl (shout out to them), and I’ve known them for long enough for me to trust them with everything in my life… So I told them about my home life. All of it I won’t go into detail, but after I told them this, they were concerned. T-they said my mom was abusing me. And this was a while back… And I didn’t feel safe telling… But someone told for me, and I got called to the office. And I had to tell everything. What my mom does to me, how often it is, my self “oofing” thoughts… Yes, something I’ve only told a few people in my life that I’m saying now… I’ve thought about ending it all… many times… Heh- sometimes I’ve even made plans, just never executed them… done them… I told them all this… The vice principal made me look into her eyes and tell her that I would still be here and she would see me on the Monday we go back to school… I-I did… And then I went home… I cried uncontrollably, but silently, that night. The next night…. My chest felt tight and I didn’t feel safe…. Now I don’t feel safe around my mom at all, and my chest gets all tight… And you know what? I feel guilty… and I don’t know why…
YvY (Edit: I’m in all honors 7th grade and doing good. However, my mom says “How come your grades are good when you can’t even remember your chores?”) (Edit 2: My bf keeps telling me (over email) to call CPS or the cops on my mom and I keep telling him over and over again that I don’t have the time or space to. He understands, and is just so helpful and supportive, shoutout to him) (Edit 3: Okay, so I’ve had someone ask me if my mom was hitting me… and yes, she has in the past. The most recent, traumatic one was a few months ago. My sister had accidentally tore down a blanket fort that I worked really hard on. I balled up my fists. Of course, I wasn’t going to do anything, but my mom thought otherwise as she ran into my room, slammed me against my closet door, and started hitting me in the head over and over again…)
