ThunderBringer
Paladin
- Feb 16, 2026
- 2
My depression makes it impossible for me to feel loved but I know what it's supposed to look like. My parents never said 'I love you'. My father died when I was 12 and my mother only ever beat, starved, isolated, and humiliated me until one of my friends invited me to live with him and his family when I was 18. They don't love me the way the love their real son of course, why would they. It just hurts me so much when I remember that I will never feel parental love. It simply wasn't meant for me I suppose. Now I'm an adult and I have to carry on knowing that I have no real family, no real mother. No hope of feeling cared for in that way. I have the best friends in the world and I thought that would help fill the void but all it does is remind me of what I don't have. My friends have families. The love they offer me will never be enough. Nothing will ever be enough. It's like trying to fill a bottomless pit, I should just get rid of myself and save everyone else the trouble of dealing with my whining