So, I did it. I reached out to my mom. I wanted to tell her how bad I’ve been feeling, how lost, empty, lonely and regretful I feel. I wanted to tell her I’ve thought about my life, my role, my presence. I wanted to tell her I don’t feel me anymore, but she didn’t let me. She didn’t give me the attention nor the time to explain. She told me she had too much to worry about, and said she felt like it was an attack towards her. I talked to my brother . Brought up “mental health during covid”. He said negative things about seeking professional help, not aware that I was subtly reaching out to him too. The rest of the family, are too busy with their own life going on. The only person I felt that I could trust is drifting away because I couldn’t commit to a relationship. When I tried explaining why, he would immediately brush it off saying I didn’t need to explain.
That’s what I’ve got. When I’m going through things that I need the most support, I’m left at my loneliest state.