
MicahBell
Member
- Feb 11, 2025
- 9
I'm lucky to have people who love me, but i don't feel lucky. No one loves me enough to respect me. not since i was a kid.
when my mom realised i wanted to kill myself the first thing she asked me was, "did you ever think of your family?". We never talked about my suicidal tendencies again. When i told my brother i felt like i had the bipolar disorder that runs in our family he told me "you're not a danger to yourself."
i am nothing they don't believe i am. when i first came out as a trans man i told them the name that finally felt right, but my family didn't like it. They chose another name for me, and i've never liked it, but i dont want to tell them who i am and get ignored again.
for so long whenever my mood changed rapidly, or when i suddenly hated the foods i have always loved, when i went years without making a friend and all of middle school without talking to anyone, no one has ever respected me enough to be concerned. I'm just difficult. I'm ungrateful. I'm incapable of loving people.
i don't self harm for attention. i dont want to die so that somebody will notice. but i wish someone respected me enough to care when they see the scars on my arms.
i don't want to be alone but i can't be with the only people i have.
when my mom realised i wanted to kill myself the first thing she asked me was, "did you ever think of your family?". We never talked about my suicidal tendencies again. When i told my brother i felt like i had the bipolar disorder that runs in our family he told me "you're not a danger to yourself."
i am nothing they don't believe i am. when i first came out as a trans man i told them the name that finally felt right, but my family didn't like it. They chose another name for me, and i've never liked it, but i dont want to tell them who i am and get ignored again.
for so long whenever my mood changed rapidly, or when i suddenly hated the foods i have always loved, when i went years without making a friend and all of middle school without talking to anyone, no one has ever respected me enough to be concerned. I'm just difficult. I'm ungrateful. I'm incapable of loving people.
i don't self harm for attention. i dont want to die so that somebody will notice. but i wish someone respected me enough to care when they see the scars on my arms.
i don't want to be alone but i can't be with the only people i have.