Vent poem :>

While I sit here lacking motivation
My body on autopilot
Crying, feeling overwhelmed, and over everything
Feeling numb
You sit there telling me to “get happy”
But you yourself say you struggle?
Why is it then that you make me feel invalid.
You don’t seem phased ab my mental health
But you always talk about your stress
And I listen.
I try to help you.
As I’m sitting there shaking, crying, gasping for air from anxiety
You’re telling me to “breath”
But when you have problems breathing from asthma
I ask if you want your inhaler or a drink.
You say you have anxiety.
So I try to calm you down.
I offer you solutions.
I help you when you’re sick.
I would do anything for you.
Still. You only ever cared about him.
You listen to him talk
You tell me to be nicer to him.
You praise everything he’s done.
Meanwhile I don’t get anything.
Being the youngest daughter isn’t all great.
When you get compared to the older kids
When you feel invalid
When you struggle and you can’t talk to your own “trusted adult” because she’d push it aside.

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Sorry trin you deserve so much better :two_hearts::two_hearts:

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i really hope things get better for you

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You’ll get through this. Trust me. We don’t talk much, but I’m here if you need to talk. :people_hugging:

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hey there trinity,
sorry things aren’t great for you
this week has been tough for me too
if u want to talk you can always message me
be careful and hang in there. it’ll get better

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