I'm 21. And yeah, I need help with a lot of things, because people do things for me instead of helping me because it's easier for them to just skip
dealing with me and get it done themselves. I got approved for disability because I can't work, but I'm living in the house I grew up in being abused.
I DON'T want to be here. It's toxic to be here.
Every morning I wake up, go out of my room, and see where i was thrown into a door then strangled. I go upstairs, I see where I was held to a chair and told over and over and over how f*****g worthless I was. As much as I can deal with these feelings, it's still hard. Today my mother took her lunch break to go with me to the social security office, because they called me today. She left me bawling in the parking lot, and told me if I wasn't okay to drive, then I should probably just sit in my car and wait until I could. Now, 8 hours later, she comes home to tell me that I'm too old to keep asking for help. I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR HELP SINCE I WAS 15 YEARS OLD. Doctor after doctor just seems to feel bad for me, and 2 psychiatrists have told me that I have too many problems for them to help, and they don't think I'll find someone who will be able to help.
I don't want to die. I just want to be happy. I want a family, and I want a house, and I want to be happy. It's all just too far out of reach, and it's all too much of a fairytale for me now. If I can't get what I want, is there any point to stick around? I'm just let down over and over, and people tell me I'm just too messed up or I'm not good enough. I can't help but to think that this is all I have in store for the rest of my life...
I can't ask you guys to help, because apparently I'm too old to keep asking for help... so I don't really know what I'm asking for...
... :'(
Every morning I wake up, go out of my room, and see where i was thrown into a door then strangled. I go upstairs, I see where I was held to a chair and told over and over and over how f*****g worthless I was. As much as I can deal with these feelings, it's still hard. Today my mother took her lunch break to go with me to the social security office, because they called me today. She left me bawling in the parking lot, and told me if I wasn't okay to drive, then I should probably just sit in my car and wait until I could. Now, 8 hours later, she comes home to tell me that I'm too old to keep asking for help. I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR HELP SINCE I WAS 15 YEARS OLD. Doctor after doctor just seems to feel bad for me, and 2 psychiatrists have told me that I have too many problems for them to help, and they don't think I'll find someone who will be able to help.
I don't want to die. I just want to be happy. I want a family, and I want a house, and I want to be happy. It's all just too far out of reach, and it's all too much of a fairytale for me now. If I can't get what I want, is there any point to stick around? I'm just let down over and over, and people tell me I'm just too messed up or I'm not good enough. I can't help but to think that this is all I have in store for the rest of my life...
I can't ask you guys to help, because apparently I'm too old to keep asking for help... so I don't really know what I'm asking for...
... :'(



