My upbringing was much like that of your stereotypical boy, The vulnerable and emotional side of me being basically seen as bad by those around me. My household was never a good place for emotions to thrive no matter how easy my younger days were. All I know is that my younger days never prepared me for now.
I'm a fifteen year old girl who suffer with processing and showing emotions but I'm trying to work on it. I wanna be more normal despite thinking it's great to be unique. I iust wanna be happy and maybe for that to happen I need to go to therapy, One day I'll go to a therapist but now is not the time.
My mental health is constantly draining itself away and then returning suddenly. After eighth grade my brain has never been the same, I was very suicidal that year and I had thoughts of self harm almost daily for a few months. All because some kid decided to take some sick pleasure out of bullying me and another deciding to be a self righteous person about being more experienced in art. I still haven't told Mom, Who I trust with all my heart, about what I was feeling about that time.
Sometimes getting this off my chest feels good other times I feel sick about it, I just wanna be vulnerable without worry.