Aceso
April 24th, 2012, 08:12 PM
I have a younger brother. He is 10 years old.
Last year, he had to experience me and my mother both going crazy. He had to sit and cuddle with me while we could hear mum screaming, crying, smashing stuff up in the other rooms.
He had to witness me go to hospital multiple times, weather it was bleeding at 1am or unconscious because of overdose. He had to cope with me going in and out of a mental health clinic at the same time as my parents splitting.
I should have fucking been there for him. I should have been a strong big sister for him, and shielded him from this brutality. But I wasn't, I was the weak one.
He shouldn't have had to know about my secrets, he's too young. He deserves so much better than me. I don't want him to see how ugly this world is, especially from someone he looks him. He's my little baby brother, no matter how old he gets, I'll always see him like that and I love him so much.
I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm better, I know he doesn't know that I still regularly self harm. I've been cut free for a while now, but I've purged pretty recently. I've also taken to starving, just so no one can see. Nobody sees anymore, not the little breakdowns at 2am, or the hours I spend sitting with my blade mentally battling and fighting against urges to simply destroy myself.
I'm not even sure if I'm bottling it up anymore or I'm just dealing with it better at each wave, but it's always there, and I know, I just know, that I'll relapse sometime soon. I don't know when, I havent made plans or anything, but I'm always constantly stuck in a battle between recovery and continuing the way I was.
I just don't want to be guilty anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone else.
Last year, he had to experience me and my mother both going crazy. He had to sit and cuddle with me while we could hear mum screaming, crying, smashing stuff up in the other rooms.
He had to witness me go to hospital multiple times, weather it was bleeding at 1am or unconscious because of overdose. He had to cope with me going in and out of a mental health clinic at the same time as my parents splitting.
I should have fucking been there for him. I should have been a strong big sister for him, and shielded him from this brutality. But I wasn't, I was the weak one.
He shouldn't have had to know about my secrets, he's too young. He deserves so much better than me. I don't want him to see how ugly this world is, especially from someone he looks him. He's my little baby brother, no matter how old he gets, I'll always see him like that and I love him so much.
I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm better, I know he doesn't know that I still regularly self harm. I've been cut free for a while now, but I've purged pretty recently. I've also taken to starving, just so no one can see. Nobody sees anymore, not the little breakdowns at 2am, or the hours I spend sitting with my blade mentally battling and fighting against urges to simply destroy myself.
I'm not even sure if I'm bottling it up anymore or I'm just dealing with it better at each wave, but it's always there, and I know, I just know, that I'll relapse sometime soon. I don't know when, I havent made plans or anything, but I'm always constantly stuck in a battle between recovery and continuing the way I was.
I just don't want to be guilty anymore. I don't want to hurt anyone else.