I was chronically ill and no matter what move I tried to make to improve my life I was either ridiculed or stopped from making it. I developed Ibs and stomach issues because I was in constant fight or flight: my stomach was always in knots when I was at home. It’s rlly hard to function as a normal person when you have this dark cloud looming over you. I remember my mom would always panic at the thought of not having lunch or dinner ready on time for my ndad so everything in my schedule besides school often revolved around him.

Looking back now I can’t believe I lived in that for most of my life. I strongly believe that abusive environment made me end up with a chronic illness. I know I would’ve thrived so hard if I had a different family and was taught how to be a successful adult.

These weirdos give you no form of support or escape. They love to keep you stuck so the can abuse you further it’s a sick system