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June 2016
My family has all called me selfish. My mom my dad my sister. They have judged my marijuana use, they have looked down on me when I skip family events because it’s too hard to face them. They can, and never will, grasp the fact that it’s extremely difficult to see them happy and living freely when I’m boxed, trapped, forever stuck in my current situation. And although I have rage built up inside, there’s something that can’t blame them. They will never understand how much pain I’m
In on a daily basis, I try and try to explain but no one gets it. Is it my fault? I’ve tried to prevail through this illness to a fault. I fear that those around me are started to misconstrue my resilience for “being okay” and it could not be farther from the truth. I act like I’m okay because I’ve told my truth and it hurt me (all over again) and those around me the more I expressed my anguish. I’ve tried. I feel like everyone closest to me is falling for Adams lie and I can’t help but feel betrayed. No one has
Looked me in the eye this entire time and just said “Harlowe I believe you. What can I do?” And that tears me up because I know my family would go the extra mile if they understood that my body is shutting down but they can’t see it. They can’t see it. How do I make them see?
June 29 2016
My family has all called me selfish. My mom my dad my sister. They have judged my marijuana use, they have looked down on me when I skip family events because it’s too hard to face them. They can, and never will, grasp the fact that it’s extremely difficult to see them happy and living freely when I’m boxed, trapped, forever stuck in my current situation. And although I have rage built up inside, there’s something that can’t blame them. They will never understand how much pain I’m
In on a daily basis, I try and try to explain but no one gets it. Is it my fault? I’ve tried to prevail through this illness to a fault. I fear that those around me are started to misconstrue my resilience for “being okay” and it could not be farther from the truth. I act like I’m okay because I’ve told my truth and it hurt me (all over again) and those around me the more I expressed my anguish. I’ve tried. I feel like everyone closest to me is falling for Adams lie and I can’t help but feel betrayed. No one has
Looked me in the eye this entire time and just said “Harlowe I believe you. What can I do?” And that tears me up because I know my family would go the extra mile if they understood that my body is shutting down but they can’t see it. They can’t see it. How do I make them see?
