Middle school me wasn’t just a monster. I was a scared kid going through some awful s*** mentally. So much was changing at once in my life, I was being bullied, and I had some health problems too. I hated myself and I hated everyone. I only let a few people in at that time. My parents should have gotten me a therapist, but they were too scared that I “would tell lies” or that I would just talk s*** about the family. I think they were (and still are) just ashamed to have a kid with mental illnesses.
