My family is falling apart. No my parents are not getting divorced, no we’re not broke, no, no one has died. But we’re falling apart. Mentally. My father is emotionally abusive to my mother and me and my siblings. Due to this, one of my siblings is an alcoholic, one is a drug addict, one is suicidal, one is a nervous wreck, one has anger issues, and the little ones in my house can’t communicate how they feel. So everyone in my house is depressed. The little ones maybe not, but I’m sure it will manifest later in their lives. Only three of my siblings are in therapy, the three oldest. My father is not in therapy nor is my mother, and my other older sibling, me and my 5 younger siblings have never had any therapy. Everyone in the house needs therapy, my dad the most. He had a traumatic childhood, and his father (my grandpa) has cancer. He’s got extreme mental issues, but he refuses to get help. He thinks he’s coping just fine. But his “coping” is taking out his problems on the family. He yells, gaslights, insults, and belittles all of us. My mother mostly. No one outside of the household including our own relatives know that he’s this way. Because we feel like we can’t talk about it. I don’t know why, but we all do. So no one knows. My closest friends don’t know. My partner doesn’t know. My grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins don’t know. Only my family and people who read this do. I’m trapped. I live like this everyday. I see people and have normal interaction, and act Happy around people. But at home, I’m miserable. I’m anxious, I’m depressed, I’m angry, I’m stuck. And the worst part is that this is just how it’s gonna be. And when I move out, I’ll have no relationship with my father. And all my siblings will be damaged. And I just have to accept that.
