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My older sibling has had depression for the best 5 years and lives with my parents. I’ve graduated, have a well-paid job, live on my own and I’m completely independent. In comparison, and on the surface, I guess I look to be doing well. Except I’m not. I’m battling daily depression myself, but I dare not say anything in case it sounds like I’m heading the same way and I add more worry to their plate.
I can’t help wish that my parents would ask how I’m doing, but they don’t.
With the state my sibling is in, it feel selfish and childish to be so hurt and feel so neglected. But I am and I do.

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