Death of a parent

I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked

Coming home from school was terrifying. I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked and became expert at moving silently.

Coming home from school was terrifying. I knew every floorboard that creaked, every door that squeaked and became expert at moving silently.

It felt as though our family had a shameful secret that couldn’t be discussed

I wanted people to understand, to know what I was going through, but no one understands unless they’ve experienced it themselves and I was too messed up to let people get close.

I wanted people to understand, to know what I was going through, but no one understands unless they’ve experienced it themselves and I was too messed up to let people get close.

Crying inside, nowhere to go

The fight to stay sane is sometimes so difficult there were, and are, times when I wonder if it was all worth it.

The fight to stay sane is sometimes so difficult there were, and are, times when I wonder if it was all worth it.

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