The problem with having mental illnesses since being a child is that your whole identity grew around them and you have no idea who you really are.
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Emotional trash can.
I’m tired of everyone depending on me for support. Confiding in me. Giving me a peace of their darkness. I love them. But what about me. Where do I go. Where do I unload all of this gifted darkness. I barely have room for my own.
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